Not Worthy
My House (or: Everything is Bad and Wrong)
What would it be like if you came home one
night to find thirty or forty drunken crazies running around your house, spilling
beer on the floor? Our illustrious Editor Emeritus had just such an experience
(sort of) the night of the General Elections.
As per usual, our OC editors were hopping the elections night parties, congratulating
the winners, commiserating with the losers and basically using the whole thing
as a cover to soak up free booze like sponges. When it came time to hit the
Progressive party (i.e. when we were drunk enough to not care about anything
anymore) we followed the vague directions we had been given earlier in the day
(obtained using techniques made famous in the movie Lethal Weapon) and headed
for 20th & Agate.
Now, since OC Editor Andrew Oberriter lived in the neighborhood until less
than a month ago, the Commentator contingent felt fairly certain we would be
able to find the party. Little did we know that the party would be in the very
house that Mr. Oberriter had so recently vacated.
While at the party, a stunned Mr. Oberriter was more or less incapable
of coherent conversation, instead muttering to anyone who passed by, "Dear God--I used to live here! Do you understand me?!" Only the soothing influence
of a healthy supply of Corona--stored in the very refrigerator where Mr. Oberriter
used to keep his lettuce, eggs and lacy unmentionables--kept the erstwhile
resident from a total breakdown.
Later, however, Mr. Oberriter did collapse on the floor of a friend's apartment
and sobbed well into the morning while consuming copious amounts of Henry Wienhard's
Hazelnut Stout, which, if you've ever tasted, should be an accurate indicator
of the poor man's mental state.
Day In Court
Lets just say that many people were not terribly happy
with the results of this years elections. Currently, the move is afoot
to have the regular election declared invalid and call a special election.
The effort to have a new election comes from several unrelated
quarters and promises some interesting arguments when the Constitution
Court convenes its hearings on elections violations on May 13. The long
money is on a blanket invalidation of the elections, allowing all candidates
to climb back on board. The old Vegas hands are laying the heavy bets
on some serious sanctions being handed down for some candidates and
some sharp words from the Court in regards to elections policy and rules.
And we must never rule out the possibility of one or two races being
re-done due to improper campaigning. The Court did it once before and
by all accounts, the allegations this time are just as damning. More Complaining
Of course, the real winner in all this is you, the voter. If you're lucky, youll
be pulled to the polls one more time to do your duty. And, if the gods smile
upon you, the Elections Board may just update its webpage. As any computer-savvy
elector knows, the Elections webpage is, officially, one year old. This years
E-Board has utterly failed to utilize the resources of a school that has won
awards for its introduction of technology to students.
Despite the fact that the current E-Board has built upon last years poorly-implemented
computerization of poll booths, and has even looked forward to a not-so-distant
future when students will be able to vote over the web, they have not done a
lick of work on their own website: The E-Board made sweeping changes to the
Elections Rules, yet the old set of rules is displayed on the web. Even worse,
the names of last years candidates and their voters guide statements are also
still up. Not only has the E-Board not put this years candidates on the web,
they didn't even bother to take down sorely out-dated and potentially confusing
information. Anyone checking the E-Boards election site before voting would
think that Miner and Unger were running for a second term. Even if voters barely
noticed, candidates should be a bit miffed by this. A traditional outlet for
candidate information was denied to candidates for no readily discernible reason.
Anyway, as we in the business like to say: If you swallow ammonia, induce vomiting
with milk and immediately call your local poison control center. Get ready to
do it all again next year. |