The cash cow has gone dry; no more gold and silver from the willing teats. The old gal has lost her luster and her charms have succumbed to time and entropy — wear and tear, bad decisions, poor choice. She played the harlot and sowed the wind; her shame is her glory — ours, too.
Save the sorrow and excuses, the blame is her own. She sold herself out. She made her own bed. She picked her lovers. The vulgar old trollop wallowed and fornicated with users and abusers — gigolos and panderers — but they've all move on. They don't live here anymore.
The willful slattern did what she did on your dime and mine. She refused to hear and heed. She wouldn't listen, so everyone else pays the price — except, of course, for her pimps and paramours who've skipped town with our money and our self respect.
But on the lighter side, and in counting our blessings, only one out of five of us live at or below the poverty line. We've only twice topped Forbes Magazine's list of most miserable cities. We're second in the state only to Oakland for violent crime. Our unemployment rate is only 16 percent, with personal bankruptcies and foreclosures the highest in the nation. We can pray for these stats to decrease.
But best of all, we can all be proud that the first phase of the three-phase Delta Water Supply Project (DWSP) is on line for a mere cost "over-run" of only $100 million, and a total cost of only $220 million with two more phases to go. Also, we can look forward to some added panache in our sparse downtown with a new $273 million courthouse.
Certainly, we reap what we sow. When we plow wickedness, we reap iniquity. We are warned, "Except the Lord keep the city, the watchman is awake in vain." The essence of all social crisis is immorality.
William Van Amber Fields