Fried Green politicians
(... they're all Republicans,
deep down)
I have a vision of a better world. And every time I entertain
that vision, Andy Rooney is never there. I'm not going anywhere
with this. But I feel better for mentioning it.
When I was in California, I got to meet a member of the Green
Party. Green Party guys aren't hard to find in Sebastopol, since
the city now holds a Green majority on its council, only the
second city in the country with such bragging rights. The first
city was... I don't know. Who cares? Sebastopol's second, and
that's all that matters for this column.
So I was sitting at a table with this Green boy, a young city
councilman by the name of Durwood. Not his real name. I can't
remember his real name, which is just as well, for he looks like
the kind who would sue my ass. For he would not be able to kick
it. You know the type. Looks gay, happens to be heterosexual.
Durwood.
Anyway, I get introduced to him and he's talking about getting
pharmaceuticals -- legal ones, mind you -- from somewhere. Could
have been the local junior college, might have been an HMO. I
really didn't catch it, having entered in the middle of the conversation.
All I heard him say was, "And they offer almost every kind
of pharmaceutical there."
My ears perked up. I was drunk, so perky ears was a given.
"Can you get roofies?" I asked.
He looked at me and said, "What are roofies?" I
looked around the table -- it was a grim, politically-correct
bunch, so I wasn't going to get any help.
"Roofies? Hmmm. It's kind of like Viagra for young people."
Nodding heads all around, including mine (for I was drunk).
Roofies are the date rape drug. It's okay if you don't know
that. Probably speaks well of you. But a city councilman should
know what roofies are. [Cut to next night. Interior shot.]
Tuesday night, I finished a set at Jasper O'Farrell's bar,
where I regaled them with original songs and commentary, mostly
about stroke victims and Alzheimer's patients. The Piranha Man
sat in, and I can safely say that after my set, half the crowd
left the building. Can I move an audience? I think so.
And after that same set, I spied my favorite politician in
the house, Sebastopol city councilman Bill Roventini (see "Roventini's
Magic Trick"). Unlike most politicians, Roventini manages
to be sneaky, adroit, manipulating and effective, yet still keeps
a sense of self. That is, he ain't no phony. I went up to reintroduce
myself.
"Bill. Long time. Did you read my column about you?"
He said he had.
"How's the new council?"
"It's good," he lied. "Have you met the new
councilman?" he asked, pointing out the person to his right.
It was Durwood.
"Yeah, I met him last night."
Being discreet -- for as Will Rogers said, all men are ignorant,
just on different subjects -- I took Durwood aside and said,
"Listen, let me tell you what roofies are. Roofies are --"
"Oh," he said, smugly. "I know what they are.
I just don't like to admit that in public."
I stopped dead in my tracks. For once again, I was drunk.
But I also was interested in bending Roventini's ear (who, after
all, was buying me a drink) so I didn't really respond. I just
said, "Really." But here's what I was thinking:
You don't like to admit you know what roofies are in public?
Why? Are you holding? Besides, you just admitted your knowledge
of roofies in public. And we're at the same bar we were at the
other night. Maybe you just didn't want to talk about it in front
of your girlfriend, lest you have to give up bowling night. Either
way, you're a lying sack of shit, right? For if you do know what
roofies are, you lied to me last night. If you didn't really
know about roofies until the next day when you looked it up on
the Internet, then you're lying to me now.
I know for a logical fact that Durwood is a lying sack of
shit. I'm just unsure as to the time frame.
Whatever. As I talked to Roventini, Durwood started laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked Durwood. "Oh, I was
just thinking about the other night."
I squinted at him. Did I fuck him? Naw, I was sure I didn't.
Did I fuck his girlfriend? And if so, why was he laughing? Was
I that bad? Then he said, "So you're on NPR and you write
a column on the Internet? Can I get the Web addresses for both
of those?"
"Sure," I said. And I understood readily where he
was coming from. He wanted to check up on me. Lying sacks of
shit always think everyone else is a lying sack of shit.
Anyway, now I know what the Green Party stands for -- wet
behind the ears. And now you know why I admire Republican politicians.
Like every other politician, Republicans lie like crack whores.
But it takes me months to figure out their bullshit. Not 24 hours.
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