Good Morning Gentle Readers,
The banner headline in the local rag the other day was.....
I WILL DO IT!
I'm here to make sure our state functions whatever it takes
Of course that's a crock of what exits the south end of a northbound horse, but nobody has pointed it out. At least not in any meaningful way. What passes for the media is grudgingly admiring the sheen on Californicate Guber Schwarzzengroper's newly acquired brass cojones.
California legislators can't agree upon which rat hole to stuff your hard earned into and, as is the case every year, it's August and there is no budget, which is how this skirmish got started in the first place.
Get this: instead of actually enacting a budget, the legislature is hand-wringing over whether the governor has the right to lay off state workers and to cut others to minimum wage and the state controller told Arnie to pound salt and Arnie intends to sue him. Course that's all a bunch of hype too, most of the state employees are untouchable and their checks will still cash. In full.
Too bad the governor just now found his can of fortitude. For the past three year's he's been Keith Richard taking Nancy Reagan's advice to Just Say No.
Listen carefully boys and girls. There is no cash crunch in California. Revenues during Arnie's tenure at the helm have been at record levels. The governor has presided over unprecedented increases in state spending the likes of which got his predecessor booted from office. Billions upon billions upon billions of dollars have been shoveled into the furnace during his term of office. That's bad enough, but I mean billions MORE. In three years Californicate has spent the equivalent of an entire annual budget OVER AND ABOVE its annual budget. None of which has translated into anything remotely useful, like, say, a new freeway or two.
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