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Arizona’s governor sure is busy.

He travels breathlessly in a bus all over the state.

He sticks his considerable nose in all manner of state business.

He’s made a big deal proposing to add a big load of money to school finance by sucking up state land money and then to taking it away a few years later.

He’s called state leaders to a summit in Glendale. Not sure for what, but it doesn’t matter.

This is not what political conservatives do. Conservatives sit on their hands. They don’t do didley. This is because they know govmint is and evil, bad thing. The more you do to govmint, the worse it gets.When you’re a conservative in the mold of the Koch brothers (that’s Ducey for sure), you sit back let the budget get out of control and wait until the beast consumes itself.

Ducey hasn’t met a problem — real or imagined — that didn’t want to stomp on, roll around and drown in. He’s the good humor man on steroids, meth and No Doz. This is what liberals do.

If it weren’t for all that conservative Who-Shot-John that issues forth from his mouth, you’d swear this guy’s a liberal. Just waiting for him to come out of the closet.

Of moguls and mongols

EJ Montini writing in his March 19 column in the Arizona Republic referred to Guv Doogie Ducey as “a former ice-cream mogul.”

Seems odd, que no? Moguls are powerful guys. They spit nails, say words like “youse” and “dumbass,” and even worse words that rhyme with duck, luck and muck. Moguls also are tough guys. They run movie studios with iron fists and loud and long farts. Moguls indulge language more colorfully because they have limited vocabularies and find this no handicap (Sam Goldwyn: “Include me out”).

Moguls are closely related — word wise and genetically — to mongols. Mongols are serious, bad-ass coves of another era. My favorite mongol was Ghengis Khan. He and his is army traveled light. When they got hungry, they sucked blood from their horses. The horses didn’t mind. They were just as mean bloodless.

It is too strange to apply the word “mogul” to a man like Guv Doogie who really ought to driving a truck with a lot of tinkle music, wearing white pants, a white shirt and a white hat and dispensing chocolate vanilla bars to third and fourth graders. He is filled with good humors fed by a screw-all policy.

It may be that Montini and others simply are trying to apply respectful and like to use flattering nouns and adjectives to describe a new governor who spent his life successfully hustling ice cream in a land of 110-degree summer days. Not exactly a challenge along the lines of a clash involving a mogul horde, clashing swords, slitting throats, lopping off heads and then pausing for a bit of refreshment in the form of Jamoca almond fudge cones washed down with horse blood.

So far Guv. Doogie D. traveling around the state, sort of a 21st Century with a good humor guys, making life tough for students, but better for rich people.

The premise here is to reject the notion the ice cream governor should be described as a mogul. Doogie is no mogul. He is the Good Humor Man (tinkle, tinkle) selling fibs, folly and falderal coated with chocolate and nuts on a stick. That will be $99 million, please.



I notice that this piece is 459 words. There were times when one had to adhere to particular lengths in a newspaper piece, particularly editorials. The lengths once in a while were dictated by editors who had developed serious shorts in their feedback loops.

To wit: Not long before I bailed from the Star, I was required to write editorials of an exact length. These editorials had to be 585 words. It mattered not a whit if the subject did not require such length. The editor was persuaded that the look of the page created reader appeal. There were times when I could get away with 587 words and others when 583 would fit. Any more or fewer words would break the line, which dictated the space and therefore the design of the page.


One editorial I remember in particular because it I had to dig deep to feed the monster and arrive at 585 words. The subject was the economic balloon and how Fed Chairman Alan Greenspan was noting the excessive exuberance of investors. I wrote in support of Greenspan, an obvious point as share prices were climbing relentlessly fired by the glowing optimism of investors. It was an affirmative editorial and did not call for much argument as we were happily aligned with the stars. But this part took but less than 300 words to present. I was light 50 percent more copy to fill the idiotically allocated space. I dug a long way back in history to make up for the shortfall. I described the tulip bubble, 1634-1637. At its high, one tulip was worth an estate. I tramped this ground for a while, picking up shards and other detritus of history until I reached the magic number 585.

It was arbitrary, stupid, wholly indefensible and nonsensical, Did I mention it was stupid?

My other job was to reduce columns written by George F. Will and Molly Ivins to 505 words. This sounds somewhat reasonable until you understand that Will consistently wrote 750 words. This amounted to eliminating a third of his column and still trying to preserve the point of his argument. Ivins wrote 750 words twice a week, but a third column normally ran about 900 words. Cutting this woman’s work was heartbreaking, beyond stupid. It was a travesty, a mortal sin, an inexcusable transgression.

This all was done in the name of design, the look of the newspaper. It was thought to be THE selling point and would gather readers at the waters where they would become devoted readers. But readers are not stupid, contrary to the view from corporate headquarters.

The subscriptions began to dwindle. And in 2007 they troubles came and the revenue slipped away to places like Google.

I left the paper in 2005 because I could. I happened to among the first to get out voluntarily. Many more followed as reductions in force and with much less generous terms.


If you needed any proof that the Republican majority of the Arizona Legislature hasn’t the least idea what it is doing, look no further than its budgetary shell game with charter schools.

The Ledge under its august gubernatorial leadership sought to screw the smaller schools by lopping of $6.3 million in yearly funding. The department of education says that figure is more than double. They will be screwed double under the department’s reading of the law — the cut amounts to $15 million.

Here is Rep. Paul Boyer, Phoenix Republican, quoted in the Arizona Republic: “I was told by the governor that it would be $6 million the first year,” he said. “That was the agreement. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have voted for it. It was a tough pill to swallow as it was.”

Alas, poor Boyer. Didn’t know the gun was loaded.

There are many tough pills to swallow in the Great Desert Ledge. If there is a lesson there, Boyer should think twice before taking an Arizona governor’s word. Insofar as Republican governors are concerned, Whoppers aren’t just about hamburgers.

If Democrats were mean, nasty and vindictive, they might revel or delight in a few Republicans being hoist upon their arrogant petards after being summarily screwed by their governor. I, however, would never entertain such thoughts.

It would be so wrong.


The bad smell

There is a great deal of criticism of the Republican leadership of the Arizona House over the multi-million dollar renovations of its digs, particularly the showers.

But let’s be charitable. After all the filthy, vile and putrid work of cutting university budgets and sticking it to the counties, the House Republicans certainly NEED showers.


The burst of Palo Verde blossoms is absolutely stunning along River Road between Swan and Craycroft. It is an amazing year — like no other in my memory. After a couple weeks, they’re beginning to fade.




Regarding this $800 million capital bond issue being proposed by Pima
County guvment and reported in today’s Star: $160 of this capital is supposedly to repair roads. I have but a fleeting notion of finance, but “repair” is normally classified as a maintenance item, which is an expense as opposed to a capital investment. Accountants scream like maniacal banshees when you mix maintenance expense with capital investment. You’re not allowed to used debt to finance expenses. Believe me when they scream, they’re loud. This is basic Accounting 101. Why then are the banshees imitating church mice when it comes to this bond issue?


Any one noticed that the Star’ editorial page has shrunk by a half page? There’s no pretense to editorials — as those reprinted from Bloomberg and the Washington Post. The Star runs columnists in that space and has relegated the half page space for advertising.


Department of cutsey-stupid newspaper leads:

By Zack Rosenblatt, Arizona Daily Star

April 19, 2015

 “We’re not so different, you and I.”

It’s a line uttered by Dr. Evil in the first “Austin Powers” movie.

It’s probably how Bobby Hurley’s first conversation with Sean Miller will go, too.

Kidding, of course, but it’s true — Hurley and Miller are not so different ….

Such a kidder. Who’s the evil one?


Dear guv doogie:

Why do you want 200,000 Arizonans to lose their health insurance. Have you no soul?


Dr. Kildare


Greetings guv doogie:

Congratulations on your RV tour. Apparently you call it the “Opportunity Express.”

“I’m proud of the work we’ve done and the path forward we’re paving to a better Arizona,” you say. We don’t see a whole lot of forward motion in your reign so far. You’re about as backward and regressive as a corn cob in the outhouse.

What on earth can you possibly be proud of? Often opportunity depends on how much you can afford to pay for a university education. In that sense, seems like your RV would be more accurately named the Screwmobile.


Slats Grobnik


Paper or plastic governor?

Dear Guv Doogie:

Thank you for signing the bill that bans Arizona cities from banning plastic bags. It’s a bad thing to let people decide what they want. Because you really know your bags and people don’t know Diddley. Have you been to Sasabe? There’s a forest of plastic bags there as far as the eye can see. It would make your day.

Your friend in filth,