Fridays come up so quickly sometimes that just when you think its safe, bada boom . . ., Fridays are here again. And with Friday evenings now comes this deadline thingy that means I have to put out content, whether I’m prepared or not . . . not that I usually find myself at loss for words.
But, this being the last Friday of the month, and as a businessman navigating in the uncharted waters of the emperor’s new recession trying to figure out why it takes longer to collect on invoices and why vendors are raising their rates and why our overhead has gone up 40% from this time last year, yet our revenue has dropped 40% and we are working twice as hard just to stay twice as far behind . . . dang. And from what I hear, we’re doing good.
So, between getting my teeth kicked in at trial and then on the 15th of the month checking revenue and finding the first half of the month equated to what should usually be a good day . . ., we’ ve been hustling rocket docket for the last two weeks just to pull in up with a mediocre month, revenue wise.
And everyone I’m talking to is feeling the pinch, some more severe than others.
But the Dow hit an all time high this week, from what I hear. Why isn’t everyone jumping for joy? Frankly, I see these highs as a harbinger of hyperinflation. But what do I know? This life I’m hanging out in an Airstream at a trailer park, not a mega yacht on the Mexican Rivera.
So then, what has been happening this last week that’s worthy of passing along?
There have been no meteors scaring small children and the terminally paranoid this week, which should be a good thing, right? BUT WHAT IS THE MEDIA HIDING?!?
[[Er, .. ., ok. [Checks meds]]]
Looking over the headlines the last week has been somewhat dull. There was a homeless camp that went up in smoke near the railroad tracks over by Easy and Cochran. . ., some poor guy got nailed on his motorcycle over on Madera by a left turning lady (dang, I think about that often when putting around town on my Harley Softail), Camarillo places a moratorium on porn production (now, doesn’t that get all? I mean, do you think “family values” just come in a vacuum? Or maybe get dropped off by the stork? Maybe some folks need training material – after all, we can’t all be lucky enough to get to hang out in a trailer park) . . .
(oh, and by the way, if you read about the Camarillo porn production ban, you’ll find out that Simi passed an ordinance last April requiring “dental dams” on all “oral sex” production . . . huh? Wahwahwhat? Now, if you dare, just go with me for a minute and try to think about that whole . . . dental dam . . . , oral sex . . . kind of thing . . ., and now think about our council members proposing this sort of legislation . . ., and, ya know, my mind just can’t get wrapped around that whole thing . . ., let alone imagine that we paid for this find example of “We’re here from the Government and We’re here to help!”)
And then, I guess I would be remiss if I didn’t mention Council Member Glen Becerra’s little brush up with the District Attorney’s Office this week.
In case you hadn’t heard about it, at the City Council meeting held on February 25, 2013, Council Member Becerra, or Glen as many of us know him, burst out for about three and a half minutes during comments about something that he felt was of grave concern to him and which he seemed to feel was being swept under the rug, which was the issue of the City Attorney and Mayor signing a memorandum of understanding with a local developer in December without council authority, and then conducting a cover up of what in actuality was a minor matter rather than just admit “my bad” and move on. And now the cover up of the cover up of the minor boo boo may be compounding out of control to take us places no one ever imagined, just because the players just don’t know when to quit digging their holes.
But, when Glen blurted out his comments on February 25, 2013, they weren’t on the agenda. Mayor Huber out right stated that the issue would be on the agenda soon, but a month later, nothing has happened. And in the mean time, the City has altered documents in the face of public record act requests, issued documents in response to public record act requests that were specifically prepared for those requests and specifically prepared to throw off time lines, and high level City officials have gone to the press and locked themselves in to an airy fairy version of events that might not reconcile with actual records.
But then again, the issue that Glen wanted to talk about was not on the agenda, and so for Glen’s three and a half minutes or so of attempt to get out a message that desperately needed to be heard, Glen might have committed a very minor, technical, violation of the Brown Act. The very act that was designed to bring transparency to government, not to hide information from the public.
So, “you bad,” Glen. But “you bad,” on another level too in my book. You spoke about a matter . . ., what was that? Maybe local high level officials lying, pulling off sneaky, maybe even unethical stuff . . , that maybe most don’t even care about because it’s not on “Dancing with the Stars,” or “Fox News,” so it can’t possibly be important. . . And it can’t possibly happen in small town governments . . . And, No, honest local officials really aren’t that big a deal, right?
Then again, this week’s news also included the criminal convictions of five . . ., count them, five (5) City of Bell elected officials who kept quiet and went along with a pattern of corruption.
When you find yourself digging a little too deep into that hole, just quit digging. Or maybe ask yourself, “how might I look in an orange jumpsuit . . .”
From the trailer park,
Night Simi Valley!
(Next week: Show and tell or lawsuits for fun and profit)