In the murky past of the way back machine we shall travel to a land far, far away where the once great state of California had a quirky governor who ran the state if not always well, certainly well enough. Then along came an "outsider" who was going to go up to Sacramento and "blow up the boxes". A new sheriff was comin to town and the tall, geeky, policywonkish true government servant who had dedicated most of his adult life to actually serving the citizens of California didn't stand a chance.
You see it didn't matter that he was a Vietnam veteran and the other guy went AWOL from his military service to lift weights, didn't matter that he graduated from Stanford and Columbia Law and the other guy graduated from Steroid U, didn't matter that he was a true environmentalist and the other guy married the relative of true environmentalist and drove 4 Hummers, and mostly it didn't matter that he was faithfully married to the same woman for over 2 decades and the other guy was faced with over a dozen women swearing out affidavits that he virtually raped them on film sets.
They didn't care - they loved the spectacle of it all and tweaking the nose of the "powers that be".
It is a condition I now call "Sarahbellum".
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