Finally, I see the light — thank you, Antonio.
If we can pass a tax for 30 years and spend the revenue in 10 years by borrowing against the future, why shouldn’t we extend the tax into eternity and spend all of posterity’s money today to create jobs and wealth that we can consume right now while we’re still alive?
It’s so simple. How come nobody thought of it before? Are we all simpletons?
Or does Antonio know something, know that all those end of the world visionaries and moviemakers, those greenhouse gas terrorizers, those ancient Mayan astronomers got it right?
There is no tomorrow. We’ve got no time to lose so let’s party on today. Is that the message of Antonio’s 7th State of the City speech? (AV-stateofthecity)
Through 30 minutes of cliche-ridden drivel — performed live before a Paramount Studios audience of city and LAUSD officials, community leaders, distinguished guests and a token ordinary Angeleno or two — our good Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa did his best takeoff on the unforgettable Chuckles the Clown bit.
You know the one, “a little song, a little dance, a little seltzer down your pants,” or in this case a lot of seltzer.
How can we measure the state of our city without remembering how 20 years ago this month, Los Angeles erupted into violence.
The Los Angeles of 2012 is a different city. The Los Angeles of 2012 is a better city. Somewhere in the heavens, Tom Bradley is smiling today . . . we are a better city not just because we are a safer city. We are a better city because we have also learned to celebrate our diversity. We are proud of it. We are a better city today because we have reached beyond the lines of class and color and have come together in common purpose..
Let’s work together to turn our schools into academies of achievement, rather than factories of failure. Let’s work together and make our schools crucibles of success. Together, let’s open the door of opportunity for our children.
Angelenos, we can’t be discouraged by the critics or distracted by the cynics. Remember what the cynics said about Mayor Bradley when he offered an idea as audacious as building mass transit in the car capital of the world. They called it a “subway to nowhere.”
I don’t want you to think just of what we have accomplished. I want you to imagine how much more we can do – together. Los Angeles is a city where people make miracles happen every day, and this is why Los Angeles has always been the destination of so many dreamers around the world. We can do anything we put our minds to, and we know what we need to do.
Angelenos, we can build our future today. We can put our people back to work . . . Join me. We don’t have a moment to lose.
Truer words were never spoken. It was music to my ears, a dream come true.
Finally, a leader in this city has stepped forward with boldness and courage, someone with a record of working miracles to make our streets safe, our schools great, our people prosperous, planted a million trees, greened the city and gotten city government to live within its means.
And now he is putting it all on the line by providing a road map to how we put aside our naked greed and petty selfishness, our ignorant prejudices, our cynicism, and come together as one in common purpose to give life to our better selves.
I get it. It’s what I believe. It is my dream for this promised land — a better future for all, not just the rich and powerful, the insiders, the special interests.
One thing though that bothered me was how he set up twice right at the outset this idea: “Here’s what I say: I say we don’t have a moment to lose . . . we’re not looking back —that’s not what we do—and we don’t have a moment to lose.”
And came back in his final refrain, his last words with his takeaway line: “We don’t have a moment to lose.”
Does he really know something the rest of us don’t? In his frequent trips to Washington, did this pal of the President get access to top secret insider information that our time is really that short? Is there really no tomorrow, no time to lose?
Or is it just Antonio’s time that is up and he’s only thinking of himself?