Two weeks later on a televised debate, Filner flipped the script on DeMaio. DeMaio’s response was, “Why is he attacking me?”
Mr. DeMaio has proven himself to be a brash bully who can give it but not take it. Mr. DeMaio is a ladder climber who has never been re-elected to a single office. I don’t think with all the toes he has stepped on that it could happen.
Mr. DeMaio, in my opinion, is very ill-suited for San Diego politics. I am surprised that he got as far as he did. His brand of Orange County conservatism really will not work here. Proposition B, no matter what he says, is bad for the people, the taxpayers, and the city workers who will be stuck with it unless it is overturned by the labor unions taking it to court.
In the later days of the campaign, Mr. DeMaio made public Mr. Filner’s combined pensions, which are public record. Mr. Filner is 70 years old and deserves the pensions he earned in public service. Mr. DeMaio is a millionaire who put a large chunk of his own money into his political war chest, while turning down the pension afforded to him in his current position. He should have saved that in his own 401(k) so he could watch it remain stationary, as there is no good interest to be made without taking high risks. That is what Proposition B forced upon the new city workers.
Keep in mind that the way the city works is that the mayor and city council put out to bid the contract to manage the 401(k) plans to the lowest bidder. That company will probably be a campaign contributor as that is how San Diego politics works. That company has no real interest in making the 401(k) accounts grow, as they will be paid anyway it works out. The future city workers will not have social security or any other source of funds to fall back on.
That is why we love the Reader, Don Bauder, and the other reporters for keeping us abreast of who, what, why, where, and when.
The Tax Man Will Find You
Although I thoroughly enjoy the San Diego Reader each week, it is rare that I find myself compelled to comment. That said, I wanted to write to say how much I enjoyed “Will Work for Food,” October 25. Ken Harrison is to be commended for a very well-written, entertaining, and informative piece that offered a glimpse into a world most of us do not understand.
I must say that I am quite intrigued by Jack Raymond Foster, one of the subjects of the article and a candidate for the office of President of the United States. If only this article had been published a week earlier, I could have cast my vote for Mr. Foster instead of wasting it on the other buffoons! His platform of legalizing all drugs is nothing short of brilliant and will simultaneously solve a myriad of issues that we face today. I wish him all the best.
I also find Mr. Foster’s refusal to accept welfare from social services agencies extremely refreshing. Of course, with an income of well over $100,000 a year (based on his own statement that, for him, panhandling only $400 is a “slow day”), he certainly does not need help from the government.
Of course, the $100,000-plus Mr. Foster earns is a pre-tax figure. I am certain that, after he sends in his check to the feds and the state, that he doesn’t clear nearly that much. You do pay taxes on your income, do you not, Mr. Foster? Of course you must. After all, you certainly understand that, as a candidate for our nation’s highest elected office, the press would have a field day if it was discovered that you did not pay your fair share. Not to mention the fact that, now that you have allowed your six-figure income to be published, the all-cash nature of your livelihood will certainly not prevent the tax man from knocking at your door. Or off-ramp, as the case may be.
You write in your article, “Sweet People” (Diary of a Diva, October 25) that the word “tact” wouldn’t be among ten adjectives you would use to describe yourself. I suppose not — it’s a noun.
Reading thru Eve Kelly’s Best Buys column (October 25), I thought it quite entertaining to see the red and blue cocktails and then the policy differences, i.e. 47 Percent, etc.
But the jovial mood ended when it turned from policy differences to outright racism. Calling Obama’s cocktail the Kenyan, and Patrick’s turn of the phrase Hail to the Chief to Hail to the Chimp was unacceptable, racist, and an apology is due to your readers. I am shocked that in 2012, the Reader thinks this is entertaining. You are better than this.