Public to Vote in Secret City Election, Today.


The Voyager Motel
The Voyager Motel
The Voyager Motel, view North
The Voyager Motel, view North

I voted in an election today to choose a new mayor, members for the Board of Education, a Community College District person, and a City Attorney.

I don’t know any of the people, save for Eric Garcetti, who my friend likes and taught tennis to when he was a young man.

“He always was polite. He is a Rhodes scholar.”

Poor Wendy Gruel did not get my vote because her last name recalls bad prison food like watery porridge.

Armed with my LA Times print-out and reading glasses, I walked from my house over to the Voyager (Adult) Motel and entered a room where one table was full of elderly attentive volunteers.

I forgot my wallet and asked an older woman if I needed ID. “Not in America!” was her feisty reply. She directed me over to the other side of the room, to a table staffed by young, multi-cultural texters who barely looked up when I walked over to them.

“Thanks for the ballot.”

“Huh? Oh, no problem.”

I took the strange and clunky, elongated ballot, put it into the plastic holder and used the short pen pointer to make holes next to the names I didn’t know.

After voting, I got a small sticker.

And then I remembered another upcoming election….

For the past few weeks, I have had door knocks and emails from two men running for the City Council District #6 seat, unknown Derek Waleko and unpronounceable Dan Stroncak. The seat was formerly held by fat huckster and do-nothing, now Congressman, Tony Cardenas.

City Council District#6 election will be on May 21, 2013.

Not today but on May 21, 2013.

Got that straight?

An election was held today in which less than 20% of voters will participate. Another election will be held on May 21, 2013 in which very few will vote, for City Council District #6, a desperately dirty, tired, poorly run area, populated by some beautiful but neglected homes, overrun by crime and illegalities, both small and domestic, large and international.

In our pocket, couches and condoms are street décor, and the local bird is a helicopter.

Who will come and focus their energy, attention and resources on Van Nuys?

If not me, who then?

Voting Day in Van Nuys.


It was voting day today, and like many Americans, I walked over to cast my ballot at the Voyager Motor Inn, joining men and women from my community, including unrentable females not normally seen on Sepulveda.

My neighbors up the street were coming out of the motel, and warned me that one door was green and the other red, and you did not have to wait in line for green but nobody would tell you.

I didn’t know what the hell that meant, but I walked into the crowded smelly motel and tehraned myself to the front of the line, walking past others waiting, and into the room where I handed my ballot to a volunteer at a table.

My name and address were clearly printed on back…. so the young lady asked for my name and address.

I signed my name into the book and was handed a long, skinny ballot which I then placed into a voting booth whose poster board walls would blow down if I sneezed.

Misinformed, manipulated, misguided, prejudiced, biased, open-minded, incisive and ignorant, I had already made up my mind about the propositions and what they really meant.

Two of the measures would provide funding for all children in California schools, 50% of whom are here by way of undocumented parents. There are 7 billion people on Earth and I wonder what would happen if any one country could just settle all its citizens here?

But I better not start that argument.

Another measure promised to stop union contributions and seemed backed by the Republicans who only believe that large corporations and CEOs should have a voice.

Mercury Insurance sponsored another ballot.

Warren Buffet’s partner’s daughter poured $100 million into Prop. 38 funding early childhood education. And I wondered why she could not have spent $100 million to redesign our voting ballot to make it graphically clear and readable.

Prop. 36 made the three strikes law only applicable if the last crime was violent. That made sense to me as my neighbor was almost imprisoned for life after he had two non-violent strikes and one DUI.

I almost voted to overturn the Death Penalty (Prop. 34), which I know does not deter crime, and is barbaric, but then I realized that we are quite a barbaric state, with people who tag church walls and murder congregants who step outside and confront. I think death is deserved for some, even if it is not logically warranted.

And I did not think it enforceable to require condoms on set for adult performers. (B) And I voted yes to accelerate public transportation because it is both a job creator and a civic necessity, bringing cleaner air and better development to Los Angeles (J).

Finally, or to begin with, I voted for the Presidental candidate who killed Osama Bin Laden, extracted us from Iraq and will do so in Afghanistan, saved the auto industry, and tried and partially succeeded in reforming our health care system which is so unfair, expensive and monstrously geared to the 1%.

I am all over the place, a liberal and a conservative, tolerant and racist, traditional and progressive.

I guess I am just a Californian.

My local polling place.


14917 Victory Blvd. Van Nuys, CA

This year, the voting was conducted at the Salvation Army, 14917 Victory Blvd. Van Nuys.

We awoke early, in the rain, and when we arrived at 6:45am there were already about 20 people ahead of us.

By 7:15 I was done voting.

I had brought my cheat sheet, a liberal guide to voting on the propositions and which obscure judges to vote for.

As usual, I had to marvel at the moronic method used to record my vote. I speak of that card that slides into a double red holder and the little, bitty inky pen which one must use to aim for the smallest of holes.  I cannot imagine anyone older than 65 having the eyesight or dexterity to use this crude system, but that’s what we do here in California.

I don’t know that I “beat the crowds” by voting early. When I returned in the mid-afternoon, to snap this image, there were very few voters inside.