Why would someone run for public office knowing that they had a snowball's chance in hell of winning? That is the $64,000 question I ask myself as I ponder another crushing defeat. As John Lennon said, “It don’t come easy.”
I’ve discovered the formula for success however and it’s a sad picture rife with political prostitutes, Johns, and plenty of dough. The San Diego City Council reminds me of the Chicken Ranch in Nevada. The voters unwittingly play the Johns in a high stake's game of poker.
The media groups a candidate's success on three factors being money, money, and more money. So, if one is deemed a serious contender for our City Council, you better have at minimum $200,000 tucked away to impress local leaders and of course all the Johns. This is a sick appraisal of who we are in this so-called America’s Finest City.
Most folks voting will lament on all the money in politics. They are the world’s biggest hypocrites. They will mostly vote for the candidate with the most money. It doesn’t matter the qualifications, character, and vision of a candidate. All that is important is the perception of winning led in part by our two-party system.
Then recalls begin and these hypocritical voters cry foul. Oh my! In 2018, I attended up to 10 public meetings a week, shook at least 120,000 hands, walked until I was blue in the face, and was hospitalized at UCSD La Jolla as a gift for my efforts. I received a meager 843 votes of literally 100,000 cast. How does one explain this since at least 10,000 voters told me directly of their intent to go my way? Remember the Johns? Remember perception and money?
I may run again if only to never quit. I’ve been in my district for over 55 years and I’ll bet nobody knows San Diego as well and I’ll bet few are as well qualified. My ballot statement in 2018 for San Diego City Council was evidence that I was correct on all the issues in 2021. Yes, except nobody cared enough, nobody took a gamble on a weird name.
This is San Diego where it’s de rigueur to be politically correct. Despite my many years on the Clairemont Community Planning Group and the drafting of a letter to former Mayor Kevin Faulconer in support of preserving our cherished Mission Bay Golf Course, even local men of the links ignored my quest for a District 2 seat.
How low can you go? The voters were duped into believing that the mega-giant Airbnb could be stopped from renting short term in San Diego. Any human being with a modicum of intelligence ought to have known this was mere folly. I knew on the basis of common sense.
I lost in a landslide for speaking rationally, logically, and reasonably. "Don't blame me I voted for McGovern" 1972 McGovern campaign for president. The voters got their just deserts and rightfully so.
Maybe God willing, I'll be on the ballot again in 2022. See you at the Poles! Sorry, I mean Polls.
Bay Ho/Le Havre France