The tar is heating, the feathers have been
gathered and the rail selected … I’m about to be shown the door at City Hall
courtesy of term limits. Of course, being Santa Barbara, the tar is actually
color-enhanced jojoba oil, the feathers are gathered molts from a cage-free egg
farm, and the rail is not a rainforest hardwood, more likely bamboo, so please
allay your initial concerns. I reflect fondly on my colleagues and the service
we performed over these past nine years … for the most part.
Political calculus remains as mystifying to me
as did high school calculus, and so I often played the part of Lone Ranger when
it came to policy making. Neither of the major political parties is worth the
bunting on the 4th of July bandstand, in my opinion, particularly when it comes
to local civic service. Prevalent party influence has made the last couple of
years harder, meaning that it stood in the way of doing what is best for the
people of Santa Barbara as opposed to some remote dictums.
So, firmly ensconced as the outgoing Senior
Cranky Curmudgeon, I have the following observations:
First, the city’s organization is mostly
populated by dedicated and talented people. As a career finger-wagger, I was
humbled by this realization;
Second, it is very satisfying to perform small
yet important tasks for the individuals you represent. City Hall should never
be thought of as a white-walled fortress, yet sometimes we present ourselves as
such;
Third, your public-safety personnel are
absolutely amazing … think all of the recent natural disaster … ’nuff said;
Fourth, those who declare that they really
“enjoy” campaigning should be dealt with cautiously. Smile, maintain steady eye
contact, back away slowly, and keep one hand on your wallet. These are not
“normal” people. Hopefully, there will someday be an antidote for this
situation.
Lastly, “civility” is more than just advice
from your mother; it is an essential element to any functioning body. It is as
absent today as any time in my lifetime, and the Potomac Poison filters down to
the local level when allowed. It’s not someone’s else’s fault nor their job to
correct it. One hundred percent of eligible voters I speak to have distinct
opinions, yet only a little more than 30 percent vote. Most of us aren’t crazy,
even though some of us play that character on Channel 18 on Tuesdays, but
people on camera are not the only
ones who count.
In the meantime, it’s time for this wounded
waterfowl to waddle off into the sunset.
Thank you for the opportunity.
Twice elected to City Council, Randy Rowse
was appointed in 2010.