It's the principal of the thing
Got some nice glossy pictures of the local politicians in the mail this week. Randy Leonard's looking positively GQ, although I prefer his RL and Shaft looks.
Then there's Sam Adams, talking about all the jobs he brought to town while he was working for... gee, it doesn't say. (Also, no mention of the many jobs that left town during his tenure as mysterious miracle worker.)
One of Sam's endorsers is a fifth grade teacher whose job Sam saved, single-handedly apparently. After the photo op, she might have explained to him the difference between "principal" and "principle," which is blown in the lead paragraph of the mailing.
Then there's the million-dollar schnozzola, which I'm already tired of looking at. It's especially tough these days to click on The Oregonian's lame website, which has a large and obtrusive ad featuring this proboscis on seemingly every page. You often get two lines of the story you want to read, and then must scroll down through a full screen's worth of this guy.
From the looks of things, he'll be in a runoff with Potter (or maybe even Posey!), and he's got major six figures in the bank, so keep the nose hair clippers out for a long summer.
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Having to endure those Francesconi ads on Oregon Live this morning has definately left a bad taste in my mouth. I'm continuing to try to wash it down with numerous cups of coffee. At least he's spending some of that campaign money locally or is this a first?
This morning I told my wife our new Mayor may be elected simply by having quite a bit more money than any of the other candidates. She replied, "at least that'll be an improvement on Vera Katz". Is that a good example of someone who doesn't pay attention to the local political scene? "It bores her", she says. "I'll just vote for whoever you vote for Babe". I'm not sure whether to be happy or overburdened in my decision process.
I told her she wasn't addressing my needs in our relationship. You see I have a fantasy that I'll one day be able to talk politics with her. Told her I was gonna get a hooker, and when she asked me what I wanted, I'd tell her I wanna talk politics. "That's fine Babe", she replied, while immersed in her Comcast "On Demand".
I think a trip to my Mom's beach house in Waldport is in order for us. There's no tv for her, or computer for me there. If she only knew how excited I would get if she indulged me in my fantasy. I'll be the initiator of my fantasy once again. Wish me luck!
Posted by Rob | May 9, 2004 10:50 AM