We look forward to these elections the way we look forward to bleeding gums. Especially the mayoral election.
As I am writing this it appears that the race for mayor will come down to a November run-off between my fifth and sixth choices respectively. Or are they my seventh and eighth choices? I forget how many are running and whether or not Charlie Chong is in or out this time.
One thing I will not be doing this year. I will not be openly endorsing any candidates. In particular, I will not be endorsing my customary write-in candidate, me. So don't anybody vote for me. Forget I even mentioned ever having been a write-in candidate. It didn't happen. We are not doing that this time. Vote for one of the suits or find some other write-in candidate.
I know this comes as a huge disappointment to a great many of you, but I have concluded that I am not mayoral material. I knew this as soon as I saw the results of the questionaires we sent out to the real candidates. How could I ever compete with so many Glinda-the-Good-Witches? Or Dorothy herself? I am not in that league. I am but one lowly flying monkey. Hang me on a wire and heave me out a parapet, but whatever you do don't vote for me.
Other reasons I won't endorse myself, in no particular order, are:
The beard didn't work for Lowry, it won't work for me.
The book I am currently reading has more alien characters in it than are on the City Council.
I think the city should have smart toilets that are so smart they let themselves be cleaned by paid workers.
I believe buses should be free for everybody, paid for by the businesses who would benefit from the ease in transportation, ie. all of them.
If something like WTO happened while I was mayor, the police would be SO busted.
My policy of wedgies for bad bills is not likely to be approved.
Narrow political base, primarily confined to eaters of pizzas with pepperoni and mushrooms and black olives with anchovies. Thus my hopes would be dashed by the powerful anti-anchovy faction.
Real Change won't let me.
But ultimately it just comes down to this: flying monkeys shouldn't be mayors. I think we can all agree on that, at least.
What can't we agree on? Well, let's see, how about this: Should it be possible for Seattle Times staff to be able to tell if a man sitting in their park is dead or not? Have people gone totally stupid and insensitive?
So Lukas David Stidd died across the street from the Seattle Times building. Nobody working there noticed that he was dead for a long time, and Nicole Brodeur sees tragedy in this. That it wasn't noticed that he was dead. Not that he was dead, but that no one noticed. As if everyone who passed should have stopped to take his pulse.
As if the problem was that there aren't enough people out there trained to tell a corpse from the sleeping.
No, that's not the problem. The problem is that people die on the streets all the time, and it is time to get them off the streets so that doesn't happen anymore.
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