Reflections of a Political Neophyte (Emeritus)
Councilmember Rowse Waddles Off into the Sunset
The tar is heating, the feathers have been
gathered and the rail selected … I’m about to be shown the door at City Hall
courtesy of term limits. Of course, being Santa Barbara, the tar is actually
color-enhanced jojoba oil, the feathers are gathered molts from a cage-free egg
farm, and the rail is not a rainforest hardwood, more likely bamboo, so please
allay your initial concerns. I reflect fondly on my colleagues and the service
we performed over these past nine years … for the most part.
Political calculus remains as mystifying to me
as did high school calculus, and so I often played the part of Lone Ranger when
it came to policy making. Neither of the major political parties is worth the
bunting on the 4th of July bandstand, in my opinion, particularly when it comes
to local civic service. Prevalent party influence has made the last couple of
years harder, meaning that it stood in the way of doing what is best for the
people of Santa Barbara as opposed to some remote dictums.
So, firmly ensconced as the outgoing Senior
Cranky Curmudgeon, I have the following observations:
