First of two parts. 

Not since the 40-year reign of Kenny Hahn ended almost a quarter-century ago has anyone accused the frothy County Bored of Supervisors of practicing scholarly rigor.

Since most fans of the contemporary Bored of Supervisors list Comedy Central as their main news source, the toy room mode of Supe meetings is unlikely to change.

Serious is not what they do. Or are capable of doing.

The County Federation of Labor, an anachronism in grownup states, has two hands in the pockets of the four Bored liberals.

Behaving like the Monster of the Midway it is, the drooling Fed makes the wind blow any way it wants in the Bored Room.

The boys and girls on the dais don’t yet have to raise their hands to go potty. They had better not be gone long, however.

The thick-throated thugs have been pressing the Los Angeles City Council and the Bored of Supervisors to kick up the salaries of the city’s and the county’s, shall we say, least alert employees.

Last year some well-shod boys on the Council, shaking in their day-old sox, guiltily paid back their most threatening donors by raising the minimum wage at certain hotels.

Anyone who has been in business more than a day knows the socialistic concept of “minimum wage” is destructive of commerce.

But the Council and the Bored of Supervisors are stooges for the thick-throated thugs, and they memorize their You Will Do scripts every morning.

Then they do.

Craving the lifestyle, they want to continue to reside in the penthouse of the hog.

Hey, You, Babe

Now it is the turn of Sheila (I Wish I Were in Indianapolis) Kuehl, one of two low-octane nightmares elected to the Bored last November. In Sacramento and now back home, she has proven a seasoned, reliable tool for the slant-walking labor thugs, who feel more comfortable schlepping along gutters.

(To be continued)