It's
summertime, which means hunting for yellow lilikoi as if they were
Easter eggs amid the fallen branches and monstera vines, drying thick
slices of papaya because I've got more fresh than I can handle,
watching the bees in their frantic, yet orderly, quest to bring in
the nectar.
And
since it's an election year, it means political fundraisers, forums
and fliers. Though the tendency is to toss the literature unread in the
recycling bin, you can sometimes glean information about where their
pointed little heads are really at. Take Mufi Hanneman's most recent
flyer, for example.
First
thing that struck me was, where are the haoles? The big Muff's got
photos of nine people endorsing him and only one looks possibly like
a haole. So I immediately think, OK, he's decided to pander to the
local vote, which tells me he doesn't give a shit about a big chunk
of the state's population. Just the kind of guy I want to have as my
representative in Congress.
I
look at some of those faces supporting him — Phil
Tacbian, the biggest dud on KIUC; Mike Tresler, the guy who coldly
evicted folks at Koloa Camp on behalf of Grove Farm, Sen. Ron Kouchi, nuff said. Further solid
proof that he's not my candidate. Then I see that former Mayor
Maryanne Kusaka is co-chair of his statewide campaign. This is the
woman who actually said to me, in front of my former husband and his
parents, all local Japanese, “I didn't know you had local connections. I'll have to be
nicer to you.”
Oh, and let's not forget the way she pulled off the
county inspector who was trying to crack down on Jimmy Pflueger's
illegal grading at Kaloko.
When
you've got someone like Maryanne chairing your campaign, it speaks
volumes about your values — or lack thereof.
Let's
face it: Mufi is a good old boy to da max.
So
yeah, Tulsi Gabbard is gonna get my vote. Some people don't like her
because of her dad, Mike Gabbard, and his homophobia, but I'm
not gonna hold that against her. I certainly didn't share my
father's political views, and besides, Tulsi has come out strongly in favor of equal rights for all. I didn't know much about Tulsi until I
heard her on KKCR, where she said she had become strongly anti-war
after serving two combat deployments in the National Guard and wants
to immediately end the war in Afghanistan.
Plus
she's an environmentalist, and we need more women in Congress. I know
some people like Esther Kiaaina, but she ain't gonna win, so you gotta face reality and recognize that a vote for her is
essentially a vote for Mufi.
In
other matters, I noticed that attorney Dan Hempey got the
Intermediate Court of Appeals to overturn a drug possession conviction that Judge Randal Valenciano presided over. Way to go,
Dan. Looks like the 95% conviction rate that Prosecutor Shaylene
Iseri-Carvalho hypes — and I'll be looking at some of those bogus
crime stats in an upcoming post — just took another hit. Kinda
makes you wonder how many more convictions could be overturned if
attorneys had the time and compassion to follow through.
What
blew my mind, though, was the guy supposedly had .009
grams of methamphetamine, yet Randal sentenced him to five
years in prison for third degree promotion of a
dangerous drug. Do you know what a teeny tiny amount that is?
So
the state is spending hundreds of thousands of dollars — actually,
probably millions — to convict and incarcerate people for
possessing essentially crumbs, yet virtually nothing on rehab. As a
friend noted the other day, if the Mayor can seize Mike Sheehan's
boatyard, surely he can find a location for an adolescent drug
treatment center on this island.
Madness.
Fricking madness.
And
finally, it seems that Kauai tourism isn't the only business that's
booming. Yeah, the U.S. is looking at a 70 percent increase in weapons sales to foreign nations this year. Some $50 billion have already been
sold this year. When you consider the kind of carnage we're
supporting around the world, the Aurora massacre is small potatoes — and no surprise.