Has there ever been an election that generated less excitement than the three-legged sack race we are suffering through now in San Francisco? Has anything inspired more yawns since they outlawed Quaaludes?
This stupefying campaign is putting us all to sleep—and I don’t mean Simmon’s Beautyrest sleep—I mean taking Rover to the pound sleep.
The first thing that a responsible journalist must say at times like these is don’t panic. True, there are danger signs all around us, a kind of mass narcolepsy is gripping our city, but the election is only a couple of weeks away. Soon enough the trio of Has Been, Never Was, and Not Him Again will be culled down to a more manageable pair, and then … OH MY GOD! RUNOFF!