What the hell was I thinking...

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I sat down at a table today at the Farmers Market, knowing that Elmira Gulch and her significant other were already seated there. It must have been Father's Day Optimism (read: foolishness) that got the best of me. Rest assured it will NOT happen again.

I said, "Is this a liberal table?" and the reply was "Depends on what kind of liberal you are."

The muttering under her breath to a seated neighbor was one of the rudest things I have ever seen.

There are some people here in Winters for whom the City Manager can do nothing right. Nada. Zip. Zilch.

If something goes wrong, it's his fault because he's at the top of the heap; when something goes right, it's always because he has good people under him.

This attitude is particularly offensive coming from folks who were once respected in the community, but have now become mere shadows of their former selves, and who have left many of their friends shaking their heads.

The Vice-Mayor frequently chides me that we have to listen to everybody's opinion.

Wrong. That's exactly what gives we liberals a bad name.

When someone shows that they have become so bitter, or so jaundiced, and/or so angry over their newly-acquired impotence in the community, we should not waste our time with them. It's unproductive, frustrating, even unhealthy, and only fuels the fire that we on the left are not realists.

We listen politely when appropriate- but we do NOT stop and sit down at their table like a complete effen idiot. Talk about not being a realist.

Mea culpa.

Dad, if you are right, you are looking at me and listening from somewhere- Happy Father's Day! Say hello to Mom- I miss you both. The 2nd Father's Day as an orphan wasn't much easier than the first.

SRT