Visiting with my grandmother recently, she handed me an old series of telegrams that her father, my great-grandfather, had sent to other officers when he was in the U.S. Navy. Stuck on some Pacific island, he kept requesting that his superiors send out farm animals. He was especially interested in receiving bulls that gave milk.
It took some of the superiors a little while to get the joke.
The telegrams put me in mind of much of the rhetoric in the governor’s race.
Meg Whitman says she can balance the budget even while cutting all sorts of taxes, spending more on schools and building prisons.
Jerry Brown seems to think he’ll be able to govern this state, as a Democrat, without any kind of mandate for systemic change and revenue increases.
They’re joking, right?
If either of them proves right, I’ll milk a bull.