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![]() Kindergarten cops Thank god we can't recall our politicians
To the Honorable California Secretary of State, We the undersigned expatriate Californians of Chicago respectfully
seek the right to vote in the recall election of Governor Gray Davis.
The grounds for our request are as follows: WHEREAS, you might tell us to go recall our own governor, we cannot.
Only eighteen states have recall provisions, and Illinois isn't one of
them. Many of those states adopted the recall during the Progressive
movement at the dawn of the twentieth century. Prescient critics argued
that recall elections already existed in a form known as "the next
election." They warned that midterm recalls might result in political
chaos. While Illinois said, "No thanks," California said, "Cool!" WHEREAS, we don't have sufficient grounds to recall Governor
Blagojevich. He has so far navigated a gooey deficit without losing his
new-car smell; he's fighting noble battles with Jesse White and greedy
judges; and unlike Davis, he works. Illinois even let dirty George Ryan
complete his term, and Ryan spent his final hours trying to spare his
reputation from history's death row. WHEREAS, here in the nation-state of Chicago, we can't recall our
mayor either. Illinois allows "home-rule" cities to adopt their own
recall procedures, but lately in Chicago our mayor serves for life.
Besides, Mayor Daley is no Gray Davis. Davis fiddled while California
ran out of voltage, then out of money. Daley doesn't even let democracy
slow him down. When debates become tedious, he sends out the midnight
bulldozers. Jane Byrne and a few private pilots might not like it, but
stuff gets done. WHEREAS, Chicago is California dreaming. Ronald Reagan long ago
turned the Golden State into the Golden Police State. Its people dare
not jaywalk; its dispirited bicyclists stay off the sidewalks; its
paranoid pot smokers hide in closets while spy helicopters hover
overhead. Meanwhile, Chicago flirts with anarchy in its libertarian
streets. Here, the only people glancing over their shoulders are
kowtowed Californians. Once upon a time, everybody in California was
from Chicago; now, everywhere in Chicago you can find Californians. We
are your lost children, California. We are California Libre. With
Kaos seizing your statehouse, we are your populace in exile. THEREFORE BE IT RESOLVED, we expatriate Californians have a civic
duty to intervene in that reckless democracy which has already turned
one crappy actor into an international baby killer. And now what rough
beast, its hour come at last, slouches toward Sacramento to be born?
Also by Jeff McMahon Sensuous Chicago: Sixth Sense
Nelson Algren's Secret
Tale of Two Cities
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