My mother died in 1981. Inasmuch as my father had passed away in 1969, that meant that I was officially an orphan at the age of 41. Or so it seemed. As it happens, I had no reason to fret about being parentless. When you live in California, you don’t have to settle for just one mommy and daddy. Instead, like everyone else who lives in this state of bliss, I have an endless supply.
These wonderful people all work in Sacramento, where they devote their lives exclusively to worrying about my well-being. My own parents, I can assure you, couldn’t hold a candle to these various members of the assembly and the state senate. For, whereas Sam and Bella Prelutsky were content to pressure me to get good grades, not play with matches and to finish my dinner, Ted Lieu, Jared Huffman, Tony Mendoza and Elaine Alquist, are out to make certain that I never again come into contact with trans fats. Alex Padilla and Carole Migden want to make sure that mind-boggling nutritional information clutters up every last menu in the state. Jenny Oropeza’s major concern is that I never again have to see anyone light up a cigarette on a state beach. Lloyd Levine is dedicating his life to banishing incandescent bulbs. Sally Lieber wants to outlaw spanking, and Darrell Steinberg’s dream is for the state to finance savings accounts for all newborns, including, no doubt, those born to illegal aliens.
It shouldn't surprise anyone that wherever the Left takes power -- be it the Soviet Union, Cuba, China, East Germany, Venezuela or Sacramento -- tyranny inevitably ensues.
Today, they want to ban spanking; tomorrow, they’ll want to disarm honest citizens and confiscate private property willy-nilly. Today, it’s trans-fats; tomorrow it’s that doggone incandescent bulb in Miss Liberty’s torch.