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You have MY vote. It's probably already in the back of your truck.
Strange doings in local politics over the weekend. A long-tenured, relatively powerful (and, naturally, not my) State Senator announced his retirement- in part, as usual, to spend more time with his family.

Uh huh.  It surely had nothing to do with the sudden resignation last week of two of his top aides, or with reports that a crimefighting US Attorney was looking into his campaign expenditures.  Especially galling was the timing. Putting it out on a Sunday summer night, burying it as deep in the news cycle as you can get? I get that. But as one prominent local political blogger noted this morning:

People just finished collecting petition signatures to get Maziarz’s name on the ballot. He could have easily announced a planned resignation earlier this year. You don’t just drop out of your career politicianship because you’re bored and you need more time for your kids. You don’t simply bow out from the “greatest job in the world” suddenly on a Sunday night.

So, clearly, there's more Albany BS going on here.

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I should mention, btw, that I will not be a contributor to that BS this year.



My quixotic campaign to get inside the state's sausage factory of judicial nominations ended with not even a whimper last week, when I failed to turn in, or for that matter circulate, any petitions to become a convention delegate.  I did get my letter published, and got a few nice emails and a snailmail encouraging me. One local pundit even offered to join me in putting together a professionally done independent slate, but when push came to shove, there wasn't the groundswell to make either of us relevant.

I do hear rumblings about actual primaries for the delegate slots this year, which are rare, so at least I'll get to choose between groups of entrenched idiots. Maybe I can even encourage a last-minute write-in campaign and still get to crash the party.

Nahhhhhh.

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In the end, though, the essence of politics is local. Fix and plow the roads, buy books for the libraries, and pick up the trash- that's pretty much all most people care about. Barring massive fails in those duties, people will also keep re-electing the same entrenched incumbents to do it, over and over again, until they die.

Yet there are potential candidates out there who can do even better. I know it, and within the past couple of hours I have witnessed it. I just don't know who they are.

When yesterday dawned humid and rainy, Eleanor turned her attention to the garage, and picked out several candidates for disposal on garbage day, three days from now. Two of Emily's outgrown bikes (plus her own much-needing-repairs bike), our original WALL-E reel mower, and the metal wheel from Em's now-car that got near destroyed at the end of my 2012 August road trip.

She left for work a bit before 10 this morning, and I suggested that we put them out early. Because scavengers in this neighborhood are incredibly efficient, courteous, and FAST.   I dragged them all out, and after maybe 15 minutes, lest anyone mistake them for a parking lot for teens, I attached a sign with the word "FREE" on the pile.

Within an hour, they were all gone.  Not even Mussolini could make the trains run on time THIS well.

And so, next time, just leave a palm card. I'd gladly give you my vote, assuming you don't cart off the voting machine for scrap metal before I get there.
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bill_sheehan From: bill_sheehan Date: July 14th, 2014 05:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
As a new resident, I'm also a new voter in our little corner of heaven. I'm planning to pop into town hall this week to officially register. A colleague from work just happens to be the chair of the local Democratic party. (True story: the sigil of our town is a chair. Our words are "The Chair of Elder Statesmen.")

So I guess I shouldn't be surprised that I've just been invited to a meet 'n' greet with the candidates for Lt. Governor.

The duties of the Lt. Governor are roughly equivalent to those of the vermiform appendix. Our current Lt. Governor resigned over a year ago. No one has noticed he's missing.

Yet, I should probably put in an appearance, just because this is my new town and I want to be a good citizen.
captainsblog From: captainsblog Date: July 14th, 2014 05:19 pm (UTC) (Link)
Our L-Guv position is also causing some political weirdery. Like in most places, it's a useless position until and unless the incumbent dies, becomes vice president or gets caught in a prostitution scandal (as it's happened the last three times). Making it weirder in NY is that, while each Guv candidate names a "running mate," they are voted on separately in each party's primary, leading to the Only In New York result of a shotgun pairing on the November ballot between a Guv nominee and his vanquished opponent's running mate.

This actually happened the first time Mario Cuomo ran for Guv. Ed Koch was leading until he made some untoward remarks about upstate voters wearing gingham dresses and buying their suits at Sears (outrage! I couldn't afford something so good!), and Cuomo won the protest vote in the primary- but Koch's LT won on his own side and thus they were paired for the election and, in theory, four happy years of Executive Mansion confinement. Cuomo never used Delbello's name on a single piece of campaign literature, and barely spoke to the man for the year or so before he resigned out of sheer boredom. The law at the time provided no mechanism for replacing him, and as with your situation, I doubt anybody even noticed.

Edited at 2014-07-14 05:20 pm (UTC)
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