For those of us who only can be genuinely nourished by a political diet, the fun officially begins at 7:30 on Monday morning when City Council candidates can begin the registration process at the stone counter of the City Clerk’s office.
Indceed, one of those applicants, you may recall, will be the City Clerk himself, Christopher Armenta, whose campaign for Council already is six months old.
Been a good week for the City Councilman Steve Rose and his sense of political astuteness.
While his seatmates twisted themselves into probably uncomfortable contortions on Monday night during the debate over how widely private and public smoking should be outlawed, Mr. Rose turned pithy.
Said he: “Unlicensed and uninsured drivers are more of a danger to us than any smoker.”
One of the enduring — and absolutely engrossing — enigmas in Culver City is City Hall’s spectacular lack of interest in the Star Prep Academy.
Please don’t mistake City Hall’s disappointing attitude for subtle goodwill. Nothing of the sort.
The still mysterious, tiny, imaginative — and allegedly not entirely honest — school, is filled with sweet, lovely adults and eager students.
Eyes wide open, it is making a four-boob chump of City Hall. Has, for years.
Ending one of the longer losing streaks in City Hall, City Councilman Gary Silbiger’s newest pet project, a ban on smoking in certain popular areas, may win approval at tonight’s 7 o’clock meeting.
In an attempt to quench the typically unslakable thirst of our liberal friends, we are celebrating Victim Day this morning at the newspaper.
Liberals need victims the way a gasping man requires oxygen.
Who says Christians are not lucky?
They are darned fortunate that history determined a few centuries ago that Christmas Trees grown to entertain good little boys and girls in the far off land of America would be green, not pink or robin-egg blue or fire-engine red.
Before assessing the latest mountain and molehill moments by our favorite City Council, may I remind you that anyone who swallows this week’s National Intelligence Estimate on Iran qualifies for the Gullible Person of the Year award.
A pity that the programmer for the every-Monday City Council agenda lacks imagination.
Like many Irishmen I have known, Patrick Thomas Moran, the former coach of the former Edge Swim Team, seems to dispense charm and red-hot temper in very, very equal doses. In Irish hearts, temper and charm are sewn inextricably together.
They are Siamese twins, explosively strolling through life, hand (grenade)-in-hand (grenade).
The only calm Irishmen I have known — except for my father and Mehaul O’Leary — are lying in the cemetery.
No one who was in Council Chambers last Monday night needs to be convinced of that cultural assertion.
When Jews talk about “the Six Million,” they are referring to victims of the Holocaust.
When City Council members talk about “the Six Million,” they are referring to the number of words they need to say good evening to the cable television audience.
City Councilman Steve Rose was smiling — but I was not — when he suggested last night that it would be a proper penalty for violators at the Skateboard Park to force them to sit through one of those long-winded Council meetings.
For the last five days, City Councilman Scott Malsin’s proposal to potentially transfer money from the bank account of gas station owner Jin Kwak directly into the pockets of his complaining neighbors has been percolating, unhappily, in my mind.
We were going to analyze and discuss it this afternoon — until my esteemed liberal colleague Frederik Sisa filed his typically smartly reasoned treatise for today on woebegone veterans who flip flop on the Iraqi War.
Since equality — that sexy-sounding but immensely subjective concept — is the primary (asserted) value of liberals, Mr. Sisa bemoans the perceived fact that veterans who have turned against the war are treated differently than their brethren who support the war.
