A Santa Barbara Man Fights City Hall
When Good Neighbors Become Toxic Clean Up Sites
I’ll spare you all the bilious blather about Trump and impeachment, an endeavor both doomed and necessary. Back when the Deep State was still worth a damn, things would never have gotten to this pass. Someone on the Trilateral Commission or the Council on Foreign Relations would have quietly picked up a phone, and after a quick jab from the tip of a passing umbrella, Trump’s hair would suddenly fall out and his voice would elevate an octave or two.
And the world could move on.
Instead, we find ourselves stuck in perpetual Bizarro World where Goliath doesn’t just kick David’s ass but chucks him face first into the woodchipper of history. Desperately, I’ve been searching for alternate Davids. Two weeks ago, I stumbled onto one, during a Santa Barbara City Council open mic session.
