Thursday, March 10, 2005 | Someone once asked me if things were different living down here in a dipsey dumpster. I don’t like to equivocate, but things are different everywhere. With such sagacity, I coulda been Lewis Carroll!
I’d settle for eccentric, but when I think of the shenanigans over at City Hall, I insist we’re not eccentric at all. How eccentric are those folks anyhow? Recently, they announced they would have a televised open meeting in Golden Hall, not City Hall. I figured this was hot stuff. Perhaps they’d found that billion-and-half bucks missing from the pension fund. But, no. They spent all day discussing whether they should obey the law.
They also consider as an odd ball the one member who insists on open meetings while conducting city business. Well, I’ll give them this: She isn’t the usual politician when it comes to spending money. A few years ago, I had some extra money, saved by the cheap rent in a dumpster. I sent it her to help her in her first quest for public office. She won that race, plus another, plus a mayoral contest. All on my double sawbuck! I wonder how she’s doing as mayor?
And then, there’s the brouhaha over the San Diego Unified Port Commission. We had one member who would seem to have been quite qualified. Peter Q. Davis had an impressive record showing ethical behavior, business acumen and all. Naturally that wouldn’t do. Some say he lost all credibility by running against the incumbent mayor. Others say that should have given him all sorts of credibility.
In any case Davis was replaced with Kourosh Hangafarin who, unencumbered by the weight of a long list of accomplishments in his resumé, took off to visit the Commies in Cuba. There, ignoring all sorts of diplomatic protocol and the law against even visiting Cuba, he signed an agreement with Cuba on behalf of the Port Commission.
We can only hope that the agreement is not enforceable. Otherwise a law suit by Fidel might wipe out the city, if it hasn’t done so already with the pension fiasco.
Now I’m going to do something eccentric. Nobody would notice in this neighborhood.
Dipsey claims to live in a dumpster down in Horton Plaza. He also writes under the pseudonym of Keith Taylor.