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Willy Pell on being a closeted conservative in SF.
A little over 8 years ago some friends said that they were going to stage an intervention on me. They were gravely concerned about my mental state due to a decision I made. That decision was to vote for John McCain instead of Barack Obama. In 2008 well meaning college educated friends thought that voting for an intelligent, selfless, well meaning conservative was an intervention worthy action equivalent to shooting heroin or having a mental illness. I subsequently ruined a number of social gatherings just by mentioning my political preference. Friends who were laughing w/ me opened the trapdoor beneath me and unleashed their vitriol the moment my opinions became known. I’ve been called a racist, a sexist, a homophobe, a flat earther, selfish and everything in between — by friends. By association, the media has called me worse. I wrote a bit on the internet and social media but stopped due to the swarm of hate and the fear that I might one day lose my job the way the Mozilla CEO did. Over the years I just stopped talking politics at all except in the company of family and the few friends mature enough to stomach an alternative viewpoint.
In Washington, when a new president is elected, it sparks weeks of feverish ruminating on each personnel decision, with breathless discussions of everything from high-profile cabinet appointments to who should (or will) be the Bureau of Migratory Waterfowl’s next deputy assistant secretary for planning and policy. All of this tends to invest these jobs with more glamour than they probably deserve — since they’re mostly marathons of meetings, glad-handing, budgeting, damage control, and bureaucratic oversight. But that’s how Washington works.
Berny Belvedere breaks down the marijuana votes from last week.
By now you’ve probably heard that the big winner on Election Night was the Green Party. Settle down, Stein Bros. I’m referring to the real Green Party.
On Tuesday, marijuana won big, going 8 for 9 in all contests which had it on the ballot.
Set aside the fact that marijuana narrowly missed out on a nine-state avalanche, what’s truly remarkable is that the victories weren’t made up of a soft series of medicinal proposals; rather, 4 of the 8 measures were for full-blown, recreational legalization.
While Election Night’s most significant story remains America’s willingness to jump on board the Trump Train, we can’t overlook their eagerness to also ride the Pineapple Express.