Mail That Follows Like a Tedious Argument of Insidious Intent

During a three-day absence from October 25 to October 27, more than 50 pieces of political mail were delivered.

The stack of mailers is about half as fat as Pascal’s Pensees, padded as the book is with a lengthy introduction by T.S. Eliot.

The stack is slightly smaller than Allen Ginsberg’s “The Fall of America – Poems of the States 1965 – 1971.”

It’s almost the same thickness as Penguin’s “Tennyson – Selected Poetry.”

But it has exactly the same girth as the 90-page T.S. Eliot’s “The Wasteland and Other Poems.”

The politicians come and go and blame it on old so-and-so.

Of the total mailers, 24 either came from supporters or opponents of Republican Andy Pugno and Democrat Dr. Richard Pan. They are vying for the 5^th Assembly seat vacated by Roger Niello, who is termed-out.

Millions of dollars are being spent on the race because Democrats believe they can pick up this seat formerly held by a Republican.

One questions the judgment of Dr. Pan Medicine-Man,  a pediatrician who  improves the lives of children and who teaches other pediatricians to do a better job doing the same thing.

What possible intelligence malfunction could cause Pan to do less of that valuable endeavor and, instead, spenda couple years on Monkey Island?

Perhaps it’s the same sort of lunacy that would lead to spending over $140 million of personal wealth for a crappy dead-end job like governor of California.

Of the Pan-Pugno mailers this is the most arresting:

A pediatrician not a politician is the tagline.

This anti-Pan ad is the most laughable.

Has to be the youngest union boss on the face of the planet.

Or claiming Pan is a political insider because he is or was a member of the local First Five Commission, which doles out cigarette tax in theory to help children improve their lot during their first five years of life?

Candidates, the fetid smoke they blow, shoul have been banished long ago.

I should have been a campaign consultant, cackling over my exorbitant fees.

A nice Norman Rockwell touch on this attack piece:

Let us go then you and I and to this tripe say good-bye.

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(Editor’s Note: The lamentable destruction of so many trees to create trite and/or misleading political swill has one bright aspect – supposedly when folded in half, the mailers make excellent tools for crumbling marijuana buds because, California’s Capitol is reliably told, the marijuana doesn’t stick to the slick, heavy paper. Who knew?)