I’m not too worried about the sweetheart deal our city fathers and mothers have cut with our city workers — it will blow up in their faces long before the paper it’s written on yellows if not before the ink is dry.
Anyway, they’ve been doing this to us for a long time so what’s new?
While the rest of the city’s population is worrying about how to make ends meet and what happens if someone in the family loses their job or gets sick, our city workers are getting to retire at the youthful age of 55 with full lifetime pensions and health benefits.
The loss of the labor of the 2,400 in this lucky class will mean worse services for those who pay the bills. But for 90 percent of the city workforce who retain their jobs it will be something of a bonanza: Promotions galore, excuses for every failure, deferred raises for two years with iron-clad guarantees that they will be made whole soon enough and get a large cash bonus to boot.
Imagine how sweet life would be if we all had this deal.
But we don’t because it’s unaffordable. When business is bad, we lose our jobs with nothing but vacation pay and unemployment. When we can’t pay our mortgage, they take our houses away.
We pay as we go in our own lives and now we get stuck with the bills for our city government’s failure to do the job they are so handsomely paid to do.
They’ve been getting away with this for a generation while leading lives of relative luxury and absolute security even as the schools failed, poverty increased and urban problems mounted.
Sure, they pick up the garbage but their new trash fee was used to inflate city salaries, not hire thousands of new cops.
Sure, the water and power are flowing in our pipes but rates are soaring, the infrastructure rotted, and green-energy-at-any-cost policies are squeezing our pocketbooks.
Sure, the LAPD is better today than it was a generation ago but it took rage in the streets, hundreds of millions of dollars and the federal courts to achieve reforms that our city leaders had refused to carry out.
No, I’m not too worried about this latest sweetheart deal. The city can’t afford it. There isn’t enough money coming in. They know they can’t raise taxes or fees anymore. Even the DWP cash cow can’t generate enough to cover payroll costs.
This sweetheart deal is nothing but a timebomb — an improvised explosive device that will inevitably blow up in their faces.
But unless we do something about it now, they won’t pay for their failure — we will.