Who’s got
integrity?
Elizabeth Gage, a former paid writer for Supervisor Jaime De La
Cruz, uses her entire weekly column in the Hollister 50 Cent Lance
to blast Jaime’s opponent, Marian Cruz, for engaging in dirty
politics. Gage somehow thinks it is dirty politics for Marian to
use the word
”
integrity
”
on her campaign signs. Well, maybe Gage is right. If I were a
paid writer for Jaime De La Cruz I know I couldn’t in good
conscience use the words
”
integrity
”
and Jaime De La Cruz in the same sentence without laughing.
Who’s got
integrity?
Elizabeth Gage, a former paid writer for Supervisor Jaime De La Cruz, uses her entire weekly column in the Hollister 50 Cent Lance to blast Jaime’s opponent, Marian Cruz, for engaging in dirty politics. Gage somehow thinks it is dirty politics for Marian to use the word “integrity” on her campaign signs. Well, maybe Gage is right. If I were a paid writer for Jaime De La Cruz I know I couldn’t in good conscience use the words “integrity” and Jaime De La Cruz in the same sentence without laughing.
Unlike the Hollister 50 Cent Lance columnist Gage I have never written for politicians for money as I have “integrity,” that and the fact that no one has ever asked me.
It is sort of like that Hollister guy who goes to the country club and asks that socialite who’s bagging every big shot in the county if she would have sex with him for $25. She replies, “What do you think I am, a whore?” He says, “I know what you are. I just don’t know your price.” Aye chee waa waa.
Why does “he” spend so much time in Sacramento? Follow the money. Reminds me of the time a former big city cop was hired as the new police chief of Hollister. He tells the press how much he loves living in a small town like Hollister, blah, blah, blah. A friend of mine who was working on the Salinas Police Department calls me to tell me that just the day before the Hollister “lover” was being interviewed for a job in Salinas. Gee, if you can’t trust a guy with a badge who can you trust? As for me, I don’t have to show you no stinkin’ badges. Aye chee waa waa.
I don’t know why it takes the Pope and the church so long to make someone a saint. In my lifetime upon meeting someone I immediately know the saints that walk the earth. I see halos. Margaret O’Donnell is one of them. Not just Saint O’Donnell’s good works with Special Olympics kids but the true joy she gives to those of us who can’t even make it to the Special Olympics. Saint Margaret O’Donnell … it has a nice ring to it.
Still laughing at San Benito County Supervisor Bonnie Flores Voropaeff’s thumbnail sketch in the Hollister twice-a-week daily. Age 56, married with seven kids with no political experience. What? Believe me, with seven kids she has more political experience than all of her opponents. I know. I came from a family with seven kids. I had three older brothers and three younger siblings. My sainted mother was the greatest politician in the world and should have been used when President Carter continues to fail as he butt-kisses the Hamas terrorists. Mom would have hit them on the head with a spatula when they were young and they wouldn’t have grown up killers being mollycoddled by turncoat Jimmy Carter. And hey, those lumps on my head never bothered me except for that time I went to a phrenologist. Aye chee waa waa: $69 an hour to read the bumps on my head just to tell me I’m crazy.
My son David likes to keep up on the latest stereo technology when viewing movies so I’m lucky to get his castoffs. Love the Sennheiser earphones. Best I ever had and last week in homage to Charlton Heston I watched the three big scenes in “Ten Commandments” and my “new” headphones had me hearing sounds I hadn’t heard since first watching the “Ten Commandments” at the Padre Theater in downtown San Jose during its original release in 1956 in VistaVision. Thank you son, lumps on your head and everything, I love you so much.
Loved this nasty e-mail. “Mr. Venzykulu, how dare you compare the Beatles with the Monkees.” You’re absolutely right. The Monkees were far more inventive. Just watch reruns of their television shows and compare them with the Beatles movies like “Hard Day’s Night” and “Help!” and you will see that the Beatles stole everything from the Monkees.
Ronald Reagan said that the one thing you should fear the most is when someone knocks on your door and says, “hello, I’m from the government and I would like to give you some help.” For me, not quite as scary as a friend or relative who knocks on the door with kids, luggage and pets in tow. “Don’t worry, we’re just here for a quick howdy do.”
