Recalling Newsom...

If you "live" in California, our largest, most populace, highest taxed and least enjoyable state, you already know everything I'm getting ready to write, so save your time and go do something else.  Go clean out the garage.  Learn to fly a drone.  Do something rewarding.  Take your significant other out for a milkshake.  

But check back later for newer postings...

So, now for the rest of you lucky, lucky souls.  You may have heard that a couple of million of us suffered all sorts of slings and arrows to gather enough signatures to force a recall of our Boy Governor, Gavin Newsom.

Ever heard of Newsom?  He's the pretty-boy nephew of the Speaker of the House, San Fran Nan Pelosi.*  He grew up a child of privilege; silver leg in his mouth and all that.  His Godfather was J. Paul Getty, the founder of Standard Oil Company and at one time the richest man in the world.  It's like finding oneself on third base and thinking you hit a triple.  

His campaign first for Mayor of San Franpoopco, and then Governor of Taxifornia, has been funded almost entirely by six uber-rich San Fran families.  HIS families.  That means he needs not a single dollar from me or you or anybody in order to fuel his campaigns.  Tens of $Millions of dollars in campaign contributions from his "family."  Perhaps the single greatest example of "out of touch" in the history of American politics.  Example?  Sure.  He was given a winery for his 21st birthday, and who knows what else since.  Tough life, but somebody has to live it.

But we don't have to pay for it...

The Bottom Line:  Newsom is a blowhard puke who never had an original thought in his entire life.  He's zigged when he should have zagged over his Governorship, whipsawing us, the citizens, like rag dolls.  Homelessness is way up, gas prices are way up, crime is way up, poverty is way up.  This guy is a train wreck and you should vote to get rid of him as soon as possible! 

And then there's Larry Elder.  Everybody should know Elder.  He's been a staple on L. A.'s KABC radio for more than 30 years.  He's a Conservative from South Central who put himself through law school while working two jobs.  No "silk purse" here.  He's out there for all to see.  And it works like this:

And oh yeah, despite what you've read in the Lost Angeles Crimes, Larry Elder is Black.  As in the the race.  Black.  They've tried to tell you he's an Uncle Tom at best, and the Director of Membership for the White Nationalist Party at worst. 

I've met Elder and I can tell you he's neither a Toady nor a zealot.  He'd like to get us back some of our lost freedoms while perhaps lowering our taxes.  I can dig that.  And so should you. 

If you like the way things are going you can vote not to recall and send that infernal mail-in ballot back.  However, if you're one of the millions who've been negatively impacted by Newsom's outrageous actions, including videographic proof that he routinely violates his own orders, you can vote to recall, and then vote for the person you think should replace him.  

The polls tell us that Elder has no chance.  The visits by O'Biden and Carmela and all the brainless celebritards, coupled with the $Millions thrown at this by the Democrats, some estimate as much as $75 Million, has seemingly worked, and this assault on Newsom's dictatorship has been vanquished.  So Newsom will wind up with even more time to spend gobbling up that super-tasty, super-expensive French Laundry food... 

There's about 50 folks who've lined up to challenge Newsom.  Only Elder has a chance.  And it seems he doesn't have much of a chance, either.  California has a two-to-one advantage, Democrat over Republican, in terms of registered voters.  So he's already at a yuuuuuge disadvantage.  

And then there's the fact that the Democrats will cheat.  They will do anything, go anywhere, say whatever, to win this election.  Don't let them do it.

There.  I've spoken.  It Won't do a damn bit of good, but it's my obligation...   

*  No matter how badly you feel about the way things are going, just remember: somewhere tonight there's a Mr. Pelosi...