Out here in the Third Congressional District, we were all holding our collective breath on the big race of the cycle. Our HD was a snooze, once FuturePAC, SEIU, BRO, The Bus and the other Big Dogs decided that after several cycles of benign neglect, This was Their Year. I was getting pro-VanOrman calls from all over the Metro area, so beyond a bit of feel good participation and check writing early on, we were basically redundant. I learned that without sacks full of cash and a blitz of ads featuring grainy photos and videos depicting the opponent as a crazy and violent cretin, you never get beyond the mid 40 percentile, which, by the way, was about the margin for the unfortunate Mr. Lindland this time around.
Anyhow, in a squeaker, our own polka dotted bicyclist beat Some Republican or Other by about 99 to 1 so now it's time for some whining and wishing.
Is there any chance at all that The Pearl will be picked by the new administration to be chief designer of traffic calming and the reintroduction of the Half-Penny Farthing Bicycle as the new mandatory mode of transportation with which I will be required to run errands between my house and the town of Sandy?
Should that blessed day arrive, I'd like to throw out the idea of filling that slot with an actual progressive who also understands that the district doesn't end at the 205 bypass with only the outlier island of The Great Wilderness, out there beyond 92nd street.
We already have the guy, a battle tested Wonk, who is able to simultaneously consider several different options, fold in cogent analysis and fact based reasoning and come to a useful conclusion for which he will then fight like hell. A guy who would, along with the recently elected Kurt Schrader, and the Old Pro Defazio, up our count of Progressives Who Get the Rural Piece, to three.
Anyone who went through the primary here, pretty much understands that this guy might not be able to muster the saliva to extinguish a bad case of Spontaneous Pat the Welder Combustion, and the fix is most definitely not it on this one.
Boyz and Gurls, I give you Steve Novick.