Archive for July, 2008

Lots of Material

Thursday, July 31st, 2008

I now have gobs of reflective sheeting and pavement marking tape that is sitting in the barn going to waste.  If I had won the election, or lost on a legitimate issue, then I was going to give it to Nowata City and/or Nowata County.  But, since I lost on a bogus issue, I will not, because if the voters think I am so bad for working for the City of Tulsa, then they don’t deserve to get the stuff I get because I work for the City of Tulsa.  So, I am now in search of a  place that will appreciate being given free stuff…..

Election Night, Part 2 – The Poke In The Eye

Thursday, July 31st, 2008

After I got back from the Election Board, I had barely sat down to eat dinner when I got a call from the Dean Bridges camp.  It went something like this.

“We are sorry that you lost.  You ran an honest campaign.  And we want to tell you, that we did not steal your signs.”

Hmm.  A bit of guilt there, perhaps?  I had only told two people that I thought such a thing was going on, because it seemed odd that where I had some signs disappear, suddenly a “Bridges” sign magically appeared in the same location.  Add to that at one of those locations a “Price” sign had also magically disappeared.  Despite the rumors that I heard that it was the Price people stealing signs, why would you steal your own? (Confession time — right after the 4th, I got so disgusted with people stealing/destroying my signs, that I took jsut about all of them down for a few weeks.  My daughter and I spent a lot of time making them, and I didn’t want them destroyed.)

Then came the spiel. 

“You need to get behind Dean because he’s a good guy.  I know him from church.”

Wait a minute here.  Dean is a “good guy”; I am a “nice guy”.  So “good guy” is better than “nice guy”?  When does being a “good guy” make one qualified to be County Commissioner?

So Dean is a good church-going man.  I am a good church going man.  My boys even go to a religious school.  Shoot, I am even a Third-degree Knight of Columbus.  So does that mean that a Protestant is better than a Catholic?  Kind of sounds that way to me.  The Protestant-Catholic thing notwithstanding, since when does going to church make one qualified to be a County Commissioner?

Then the kicker.

“Dean needs your help.  He doesn’t know a thing about building roads.”  What?!  Isn’t that the number one job of a County Commissioner?  “Dean also doesn’t know about small budgets.  He will have a learning curve.”

Let me get this straight, here.  The Democratic establishment of Nowata County backed the guy who doesn’t know about either roads or local government budgeting over the guy who has experience in both?  Unbelievable!

I don’t want anyone to think that this is sour grapes, because it isn’t.  If the powers that run the county want to continue to see it slide into oblivion, that is there choice.  I pretty much do most everything in Washington County now, anyway, because there is nothing left in Nowata County.  So, Washington County is feasting on all my sales tax revenue.  I am paving the roads in Bartlesville through no fault of my own.

The tragedy is that Nowata County cries and whines and moans about how it is so poor, it has no businesses, the state won’t help, etc. etc., but it is where it is at because it rejects those who threaten the precious power structure status quo.

Nowata County deserves what it gets, and needs to shut up and stop complaining about it.

Election Night, Part 1 — The Rebuke

Thursday, July 31st, 2008

Before I left to go the Election Board to check the results, my daughter asked me how much of the vote I thought I won, and I responded that I thought I got about 30%.  (I was within 5%, so that wasn’t a bad guess.)  I knew that I lost badly before I left, and I knew why.  When I got kneecapped at the forum in June, I knew that I would lose and that I would lose because of my refusal to quit my full time job.  You see, as long as I have an independent source of income, I am not reliant on the movers and shakers of Nowata County for my livelihood, and if I am not dependent, then I can’t be “bought”.  That’s what it is all about, anyway — power and control exercized through economics.  You see, many years ago, in 1994, when I first ran for public office (County Commissioner, ironically), my employer was pressured into firing me by the existing power structure, who threatened retaliation if he did not, because they did not want an outsider (me) crashing their party.  It was a very eye-opening lesson, to say the least.

When I went to the Election Board, I was greeted by the party chair, who bluntly told me that I lost, badly, but that I was a “nice guy”.  If I am so “nice”, then why did I lose?  I was told in no uncertain terms that the party establishment could not get behind me despite the fact I was the most qualified candidate because I would not quit my full-time job.

The conversation then proceeded something like this:

“You know that Raymond Vail beat Chuck Price.”

“No, I didn’t, but that is good.  Now I have someone to vote for in November.”

“You aren’t going to vote for Dean Bridges?”  (The fact that I, a Democrat, would publicly announce his support of a Republican was shocking.)

“Nope.  You and I both know who is supporting him, and I refuse to help one family dominate the county.”

Then I mentioned the unmentionable.

“He is in a war-zone.  What happens, God forbid, if he doesn’t make it back?”

The conversation then went silent.  I wasn’t supposed to mention that, but it needs to be mentioned.  I don’t want any harm to come to Dean Bridges, but he is in a war zone, and in a war zone, people die.  It is a very dangerous place to be.  That is why war should only be used as a last resort.

Hints, Allegations, Half-Truths & Other Myths

Wednesday, July 30th, 2008

After some serious searching, I finally found the Nowata blog that the other campaign told me about last night.  I always find it fascinating to read stuff about me.  Since the other blog is edited and all of my posts were deleted, I will discuss the issues about me here, on my very own blog.

There was a lot of opinion expressed that I was a moron thinking I could do the commissioner’s job part-time.  In an Oklahoma county, there are three commissioners elected by district that make up the county legislative body; there is no executive.  Thus, an Okie county functions similar to the British Parliament, but on a much smaller basis. 

In Nowata County, there are about 11000 people, so each commissioner represents around 3700 people.  In comparison, the City of Tulsa has 382,000 people and nine City Councillors, so each Councillor represents 42,000 people.  The Tulsa City Councillors are part-time, with each having an outside full-time job.  If the City Councillors are part-time, why can’t a small county commissioner?  The argument I heard is that the Commissioner needs to be supervising his people at all times.  The Tulsa city council does not supervise the city staff full-time; that is why they hire managers.  A good Commissioner, then, has good managers who are capable of carrying out the Commissioner’s wishes without having to be babysat.

If the City of Tulsa isn’t a good comparison, then how about Dallas County?  In Texas, there are four commissioners who function like the three in Oklahoma (there is also an executive, the County Judge, who sits with the other four in the County Court).  Those Commissioners also had outside jobs.  So, in Dallas, you can represent 500,000 people while working part-time but you can’t represent 3,000 in Oklahoma without being full-time?  That is a bunch of hogwash.  The rural Commissioners are getting fat off of the county taxpayers or are completely incompetent or both.

A second issue I read was that my governing approach was exactly the same when I ran in Dallas County in 2002 as it was when I ran in Nowata County in 2008.  Yes, that is right!  My basic libertarian philosophies on how government should work does not change just because I move, because it works everywhere.

A third issue had to do with my placement of political signs on the right-of-way, and how that is bad and illegal.  When I was a traffic engineer in Illinois in the early part of the 90s, I took it upon myself to diligently enforce that part of the law that prohibited the placement of signs on the right-of-way.  I ended up being thoroughly chastised and rebuked for my diligence.  Why?  Because when you look at the big picture, political signs are temporary and don’t hurt anything, and there are much more important things to worry about.  I will say when I was at Balch Springs, I got so annoyed with how political signs were placed (one on top of another on the same pole at the corners blocking the view), that one day I pulled down all the signs in the city, stacked them up neatly behind my office (making sure to separate the two different “parties” so as they wouldn’t have to contaminate each other), told the candidates where they were, and advised them that they could put them on the right-of-way as long as they stopped “totem poling” them.  As long as political signs don’t become a hazard, as a government official, I couldn’t give a whit if they are on the right-of-way.  A “who cares” issue.

Another Election, Another Loss

Wednesday, July 30th, 2008

Well, the results are in…and I am now oh-for-five in elections.  However, I did poll slightly over 25% of the vote, which isn’t  too bad considering that I was really an unknown quantity. 

What have I learned?  First of all, that I regret ever going back to the Democratic Party.  If you recall, back at the end of 2001 I quit the Democratic Party in disgust because of the corruption, thirst for power, “good old boy” mentality, and general ineptness of the party.  At that time, it became obvious to me that the party movers and shakers were more concerned with keeping their grip on power in the party than in actually winning elections, as they always trotted out the same old loser candidates whose only qualifications were that they were “connected”.  After leaving the only party I had ever known, I joined the Libertarians and was elected the county party secretary.  The thing about the Libertarians is that although they don’t ever stand a chance of winning, they have fun.

Unfortunately, the Libertarian party is not recognized in Oklahoma, so when I moved from Texas, I had to choose to register as a Democrat, a Republican, or an Independent.  Surely the Oklahoma Democrats weren’t as inept and corrupt as the Texas Democrats were, so I chose to register as a Democrat.  I regret that decision.

What I have found after six years in Oklahoma is that the Democrats in Oklahoma are just a corrupt, inept, and “good old boy” as they were in Missouri, Arkansas, and Texas.  I think corruption goes to the core of the Democratic Party nationwide, which I think has gone rotten.  Time and time again I see the most qualified candidates (and good candidates) kneecapped by the Democratic establishment.  After all, it’s not about winning, it’s about maintaining control of the party, even if it means losing to the opposition.  It’s sad to see the pathetic state a once great party has fallen into.

Therefore, I am announcing that, effective today, I am dumping, once and for all, my Democratic Party affiliation, and will register as a card-carrying Independent, until such time as the Libertarians are recognized in Oklahoma, at which time I will rejoin my Libertarian brothers and sisters.  If this means I can never run for office again, so be it.

I want to publicly thank all of those who supported me in my quest for public office.

Foreseeing A Future From The Past

Friday, July 18th, 2008

A brand new “The Fine Print”

http://t2s2.org/fineprint/Oklahoma/tfp071808.html

When A Call From You Isn’t From You

Monday, July 14th, 2008

Last Thursday, I received a call on my cell phone from one of my other cell phones.  Seeing the caller ID, I assumed it was one of my kids, so I answered.

“Hello?”

“Who is this?”

“Who is this?”

“It’s Matthew C” [I couldn't understand the rest of the name]

“Why are calling from my cell phone?”

“I am calling from my cell phone.”

“What’s your cell phone number?”

“It’s 599….”

My phone beeps, indicating another call.  I look at the ID, and its the exact same number.  I put the call with Matthew on hold, and answered it.

 ”Dad?”  It was my son.  “You called?”

I had called earlier, and left a message on the voice mail expressing my irritation that no one will answer the phone and all I ever get is voice mail.  Did the voice mail end up on the wrong phone by accident?  Did Matthew check his voice mail and have a message from a strange man saying that he was going to disconnect the phone if someone didn’t answer it?  I will never know, as Matthew hung up before I could switch back to him.

It’s makes you wonder, though, that when someone says “I never got your call”, they are telling the truth, and that some stranger is getting your calls; or worse, someone says you called them when you really didn’t.