Eating For Two
I’m always amused, even though my kids are now legal adults, to hear conversations when an obviously pregnant woman walks by — particularly if it’s at a restaurant and the woman is carrying, oh, a 72-pound salad or other hefty meal. Someone in the group always says, “well, y’know she’s eating for two….” and everyone sagely nods their heads.
But this week really does bring an opportunity for those of us in New Orleans to actually do something “for two” — and that’s to go vote. Given that roughly half of the Orleans Parish electorate doesn’t live here right now, it means those of us who ARE back will be choosing representation (and amendments) for many of those those who will be. We’ve got to make it count, since so much is hanging in the balance. But it disturbs me to read things like this, since I keep hoping more people are going to take an interest. I hope the article is proven wrong in its predictions about lower turnout, since we can indeed help ourselves.
I got interesting election junk mail yesterday. On the one hand, I got a piece from Karen Carter, outlining her qualifications and her stands on some Issues O’ The Day. On the other hand, I got a piece of scare mail from some group I’d never heard of — backing a list of candidates that included (in small print) incumbent “Dollar” Bill Jefferson. it outlined why everyone else in the race is nastier than a dogshit popsicle. The mail didn’t say why I should vote FOR anyone — it just outlined why I should show up to vote against Carter.
I just noted, in reading Jefferson’s official bio, that it still says he’s on the Ways and Means Committee. No — his own party no longer wants him there. I know he hasn’t gone to trial and I know he’s not charged with wrongdoing and I know he denies any improprieties. But when your own party considers you unworthy as its representative on an important committee, you gotta figure you’re a bad bet for continued voter support. Give it up, Bullethead Bill –time to look for a political afterlife.
I have to admit to being mystified by why there’s still any public support for having SEVEN tax assessors in New Orleans (one of whom is Jefferson’s sister Betty) at a salary of $90K each. We can solve this problem on Tuesday as well. It’s multilevel stupid. ‘Nuff said.
Go vote Tuesday. Just maybe it’ll make a freaking difference.
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