(November 1, 2018)
Got all the decisions on the people done by yesterday: fittingly a treated trick, but I still have to wade through the nonsense put forth by supposedly Non-Partisan people urging me to vote (and subtle signs which way involved, especially by the League of Women Voters with their oh-so-careful couching of what was and what would be and why no one could tell how much or how little it would cost (all the while forgetting the multiple-item aspects of several amendments and no editorial mention of why the – to me at least – seemingly best proposed amendment was ruled out-of-bounds by the state supreme court. No longer curious or even couriouser to me, the ways of my betters to muck up a simple sentence or a parsed paragraph. I have become inured. And, that’s a shame.
So I practiced my own version of Damocles And The Sword. Such insinuated threats to my peace and/or happiness brings forth another sword imagery to mind, involving a Gordian Knot. Or, as I like to caper it: Gorgeous Not!
So snicker-snack, my vorpal pen traced a round of No-ses off-whacked, a goodly number of which I would have yes-said had they been contained separately into individual questions…But that too is fertilizer left to rot on a fallow field.
What best could be done by statute – and requiring some degree of skull-sweat by state legislators and solons – is foist upon us mere plebes by said legislators, in the most plural of senses so as not to change-short any papered egos, now requires a Constitutional Amendment. Do we really want that way to go? If so, why not just call ourselves Louisiana East and bedonewithit? A new printing of The Crescent State’s constitution requires Tennessee to denude its forests for two generations just to print enough copies for all three Louisianians who can read to have their own copies.
Go back, state of dis-florida and try again. This time try to remember some of us can read. And some of us who can read remember who pulled this fecal matter up to the fore and called it good legislation.