2014 Key West mayor’s race post mortem

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I awoke for the last time this morning, around 8:30, after a tumultuous up and down night of dreams and waking up and writing and going back to sleep and more dreams and walking up and writing, to see a beautiful rainbow over Old Town Key West.  I was reminded of a poem, which jumped out of me in late September 1993:

Black is white,

White is black,

When they fuse,

Rainbows bloom

So I stuck with what I had put together during the wee fun hours, to begin today’s ” good morning Mr. Sunshine!” lyrics.

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Festive pre-election results Facebook chatter prompted by what I posted to Facebook yesterday morning:

“before God we’re all naked and other revolutionary campaign strategies test-marketed in the Key West mayor’s race, the primary election for which is today, August 26, 2014; plus some USA War, Inc. festivities” – today at www.goodmorningkeywest.com

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  • Bob Consroe Good luck today Sloan!
  • Sloan Bashinsky Thanks, Bob, it’s raining hard here, I saw it coming in before I laid down for a nap about 12:30 to campaign in my sleep  Don’t know when the rain started, but it looked like tropical storm weather coming in, maybe it’s rain rest of day. Don’t imagine the polls getting much business in this soup. I bet something sent it, maybe I bet the angels. Never a dull moment with them. One of the waitresses at Harpoon Harry’s asked me this morning if, after breakfast I was going to be going around town with my sign. I said I am the sign, my campaign t-shirt, and I’ve been going around town in it for months. I have about 20 of them, so I can wear a fresh one every day. Maybe they will end up being collectors’ items – ha!, she giggled, sort of. I said my campaign t-shirt in 2009 became a collector’s item, It’s racier than this t-shirt, maybe I will wear the old one tomorrow. She said, aren’t I supposed to be out trying to get votes? I said, I do what my campaign managers tell me to do, and it’s on them to the votes. Right after breakfast I’m going home and take a nap – ha, giggle. Hell, Bob, If I was out there trying to get votes, I’d be soaked and miserable. This way, I’m dry and miserable, still feeling like I swallowed all of Key West’s raw sewerage, which maybe I did in the spirit sense. At least I can blame my campaign managers (the angels) for that, and for how it goes at the polls today. Adventures In Paradise, Deux.
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  • Mike Tolbert MR Mayor you better get out there kissing babys!
  • Sloan Bashinsky I’d rather be out their kissing babes. I’ve been talking a good bit to this one for some time.

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  • Jacqueline Bush-Holcomb Good luck Sloan!
  • Mike Tolbert Louie rock posted that its record low turn out! Hope that’s good for you!
  • Sloan Bashinsky Thanks, Jackie, wonder that (good luck) would look like, exactly? Be careful what you ask for, and we plan, God laughs!, come to mind. Gosh, Mike, record low turn out, wonder that the secret message in that might be?
  • Sloan Bashinsky It stopped raining for a bit. Maybe I’ll got out in the street and bark at passing mopeds. Oh, I’m sorry Mike, I forget you’re headed up the the gun range to practice on paper targets, so when meat targets show up, you don’t waste good ammo.
  • Mike Tolbert Actually I am going to paper target therapy to keep from shooting meat targets!
  • Mike Tolbert But I got almost 2 hrs. U wanna hold signs some where?
  • Sloan Bashinsky Think it might include this babe, Jackie? She kinda resembles my 7th wife, who had some Cherokee ancestors going back maybe 3 generations; she worked in her state’s legislature and attorney general’s office at different times, has been my political muse in dreams since I ran for mayor the first time, 2003. I think maybe she was part coyote, too – ever pranking me. I liked her the best off all of my wives, if I’d had money, it might have turned out a lot differently for us; but then, maybe it’s turning out how it was supposed to.

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  • Sloan Bashinsky I’m headed down to Jack Flats in about half hour, Mike, to get myself lost in widescreen brain-numbing sporting. You’re welcome to join me there, we can do psychotherapy on you then, too. After the brain transplant about three weeks ago, the monkey who got my brains has been getting lots of psychotherapy, I heard, but I’ve been thinking a lot clearer now that I’ve got its brain.
  • Mike Tolbert see you there PJ working I going bat shit crazy sitting around!
  • Mike Tolbert Brain bent from scooter crashes still
  • Sloan Bashinsky We can work on that, too, got a campaign worker, er, my pardon, a campaign manager I’m sure P.J. is just dying for you to meet..

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  • Sloan Bashinsky I’m outta here on my bicycle headed for widescreen city, maybe they’ll have a NASCar rerun on to keep your nerves happy, Mike. Maybe this gal will put in her two cents worth.

    Abrakadabara
  • Sloan Bashinsky Whatever, I WON, without a runoff!!! Didn’t even break sweat!!! I didn’t want the job and I didn’t get it – whew!!! Mayor Cates got 53.13 percent, Margaret Romero got 43.66, I got 3.2 percent, my all time personal highest percentage in a mayor’s race – frightening. I probably will have more to say here tomorrow morning and/or at www.goodmorningkeywest.com. Then what?

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3 a.m today, I wrote:

I was jolted in a dream about 2:30 a.m. this morning, for “over-bidding” a bridge hand, by bidding 7 hearts, instead of 6 hearts, which my playing partner had to play and came up one trick short. On waking, I wondered if I was too loose with the babes I had tossed gaily tossed into yesterday’s Facebook frolic. Perhaps, instead of using the wife 7 pic, I simply should have used the second and third Lucy and Charlie Brown saga pics, which I had decided, after some going back and forth, not to use in the Facebook thread.

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Be that as it may, the feeling that I’d swallowed all of Key West’s raw sewerage did not subside, and it’s still with me as I write this at 3 a.m.

So where to go next? Okay, to Bill Becker, News Director of US 1 Radio, 104.1 FM, calling me up to the dais last night after the returns were all in.

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Bill said I fell short, only got 72 votes. That sounded low to me, from what i’d seen on the screen, but what did I know? I said, I got that many votes? Wow!

Here’s the gist of the rest of Bill’s and my tango:

I said, a little while earlier, I was called by the Keynoter. I told them that about an hour earlier, before any of the election numbers were known, School Board member John Dick had asked me if I thought I was going to win?, and I said, if I won, I’d be the most surprised person in Key West. Bill Becker said there’d have been a lot of just as surprised people. I said I’d be the most surprised, and he’d be the second most surprised.

I think Bill then asked if I was going to run for something else in the future, and I said I sure hope not, I didn’t want to run this year. He said I chose to run, like, what was I complaining about? I said, he still didn’t get it: I did not choose to run (I’d had the same conversation earlier with the Keynoter). Angels told me to run, so I ran. Bill said, well, the angels didn’t get me enough votes to win. I said I was glad for that, because I didn’t want the job in the first place.

I said angels told me to run, so I ran. Angels told me to run the last time I ran, and angels told me to run the time before that, and the time before that, and the four times before that. I hate politics. I would never have run for office, unless the angels had told me to run. I do what they tell me, becauase they have proven to me many times what they can do to me, if I don’t do what they tell me. They have done horrible things to me, so I do what the tell me to do.

I said there was something else I told the Keynoter. Margaret Romero

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and I raised many important issues, and Mayor Cates

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ran on his record. Most of the voters voted for Craig, the man. The issues were not important to them.

I paused, said, it’s just my opinion, but I think anyone who wants to be an elected official is insane. Several such people in the audience more or less being good sports. I said I had said the same thing  at Hometown PAC’s call to candidates last April. Even so, people had run for various offices and they tried hard and I thanked them for that. I thanked Bill for hosting the election returns yet again, as he had done for many years, and for being a panelist at candidate forums and asking pesky questions, like had I ever practiced law in Alabama? I’m sure my first two wives would have liked to know where I got up and went in the morning, instead of to my law office. That was kinda funny and made for a good beginning at Hometown’s forum.

Out of the chute at Hometown’s August 4 candidate forum, Bill said had called the Alabama Bar Association and they’d told him they had no record of Sloan Bashinsky having practiced law in Alabama. I said last night,

It did not occur to me until later, that all homeless people in Key West should be darn glad Craig won, and not Margaret. Craig does not hate homeless people; he just is mixed up about how to deal with them. Margaret, if she could, would deport every last homeless person and not let them return, and she has lots of company in Key West.

Maybe that’s the meaning of the 7 hearts overbid. Maybe I was too nice when I spoke with Bill at the dais. Maybe I should have dropped down a notch to 6, and said that about Craig, Margaret and homeless people. In my spirit code, 7 is the mark of God on a person or event. 6 is the number for Melchizedek, whose spirit symbol is the 6-pointed star, which the Jews adopted as their symbol, but the star is far older than humanity. The Letter to the Hebrews says Jesus was high priest in Melchizedek. When I see 6 in a dream, that means I’m to take no prisoners, drop the hammer.

I had not thought yet of Craig, Margaret and homeless people, when I spoke with Bill last night. If I had thought of it, would I have dropped the hammer? I don’t know, to be honest.

Be happy, homeless people, that Craig is your mayor for two more years. No telling what might befall you, if City Commissioner Tony Yaniz

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gained Margaret Romero as an ally on the City Commission.

After being on the dais with Bill, I walked over and looked at the returns projected onto the wall, I actually received 72 votes yesterday, 62 mail votes, and 28 early votes, 162 votes total. An all-time high there, too. I walked back to the dais and told Bill I had gotten about 160 votes, look at the screen. That was the number in my head when Bill had said I got 72 votes.

Leaving the event, I passed Craig out in the hallway coming in. He was beaming. I said, “Congratulations.” He thanked me. “You have my condolences.” He laughed. In agreement.

That was a reference back to Hometown’s call to candidates, when I lead off saying, not long before, I had been at a neighborhood meeting attended by Craig, and we had agreed that anyone who wants to be mayor is insane, because off all the hell the mayor catches.

Margaret won the Bahama Village precinct. Craig won all the other precincts. That tells me Key West should not go to city-wide voting for city commissioners. City-wide voting would indeed disenfranchise Bahama Village, Strangely, Margaret did not carry her own precinct, which also is my precinct.

It’s comforting to know 162 people in Key West don’t think I’m the devil, or psychotic. But, gosh, what does that say about them?

It’s not comforting to know 96+ percent of people in Key west are just fine with KWPD. That’s what they said, when they pulled the lever for either Craig or Margaret.

The blue paper is going to have to work a whole lot harder to get Key West’s attention. Or the angels are. The Eimers Grand Jury meets tomorrow, perhaps for the last time. Maybe they will make their findings known tomorrow.

Meanwhile, are we having fun yet?

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I’m not. But I’m glad yet another fool’s errand is done. 162 votes. 1 is God the Father in my spirit code. 6 is Melchizedek. 2 is Jesus. The sum, 9, is completion. I very much hope this is the last race I ever do.

There are no new races until 2016. So I don’t see how the angels can torture me in that way until then.

I wonder if the angels will relocate me? Where I stay in Key West is temporary. I am not attached to living in Key West. It was a tour of duty. Living here killed my life-long loved for the Florida Keys. But I made lots of great friends here. I imagine I’ll see several of them at breakfast this morning at Harpoon Harry’s. The waitresses, a waiter, and several bussers, and the owner, And maybe a few customers. I’ll miss them, if I’m relocated.

I miss my beloved Walden on Little Torch Key, which I had to sell last year. I miss Miss Kitty, my great rat cat, who kept me company at Walden and the rats out of my trailer. I miss good friends up there. But I will not miss Key West or the Keys. if I”m relocated. Politics killed my love for the Keys. I can’t think of anything nice to say about politics, other than it’s a great way to learn everything I never wanted to know about people and a place. As was living on the street in Key West a great way to do that.

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The homeless forum is tomorrow at the Harvey Government Center, 10 a.m. – 1 p.m, same place as the election returns last night. I will be nice if that’s the last homeless assignment the angels give me, other than to report on it the next day at www.goodmorningkeywest.com.

Do I hope the homeless forum will create a shift in Key West’s attitude toward homeless people? Yes. Do I think that shift will occur? No. I expect Key West to more toward Auschwitz.

Mayor Cates will have that to deal with. And with Bahama Village. And with KWPD. He will get to know his constituents better than he ever wanted to get to know them.

Then, there is the wee affordable rental housing shortage, maybe 1,200 units needed, about which Craig has yet to do anything since being elected the first time in 2009.

I have about a dozen and a half x-large campaign t-shirts I don’t need anymore, if anyone wants a free relic of yet another fool’s errand.

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Last night at the election returns, Citizen reporter Tim O’Hara said he wanted one. Gwen Filosa said Tim had tried to get hers, which I gave her at Hometown PAC’s meet the candidates event last June. Tim said bring a bunch of them to the Citizen. I just might do that later today. Maybe Lucy wll be there waiting to prank me again.

“Lucy” is showing at Tropic Cinema. It and “Calvary” are a great pair, if you are into being STRETCHED. If not, there are “Key West the Blue Movie” re-runs.

Meanwhile,

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going back to my discussion with Virginia of Jupiter Beach reported in yesterday’s post at www.goodmorningkeywest.com:

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Virginia wrote:
In ancient societies , the Homeless couldn’t survive. They would have had to have jobs in the field, doing doing something productive in the city or countryside.

I replied:
Reading the Gospels, there were beggars in Jesus’ time; he was one of them, actually.

Virginia wrote:
Jesus wasn’t a beggar but he was following the Yoga principal of giving away all one’s possessions and putting one’s trust in people to provide for him.

Virgina wrote yesterday:

Have you ever read Autobiography of a Yoga. I read it at 14 and had read Genesis at 12 and the remainder of the Bible over my teens. The similarity between the Yoga training, spending 40 days in the desert or on a mountain in meditation, healing abilities, speaking in parables, similarity goes on and on. I always felt Jesus went to India during his lost years from 12 to 30 as trade between Bahrain and India by boat since 3000 BC or trade routes through Iraq, Iran To India.

I replied:

In the early 1990s, I read about half of Yogananda’s book, which is how I knew what you meant about Jesus doing something similar. My “info” is Jesus went from Palestine to India, after the near-death experience and wrapping up his duties to his disciples, known in the Gospels and not known there. Jesus asked Mary Magdalene to go with him eastward, but she didn’t wan to leave her culture. Later, when it was a capital offense to be a Christian, Mary Magdalene went to the south of France, with her and Jesus’ child. The Cathar sect of Christendom celebrated the Jesus and Magdalene paring, and their child, but I don’t think they knew he was still alive, probably by then in India. Eventually, nation allies of the Vatican wiped out the Cathars, burned their churches and libraries, but by then the bloodline of Jesus and Mary Magdalene was spreading around Europe. Today, that bloodline is all over this planet, and people in that bloodline really don’t feel like they are from here, and it’s not easy on most of them being here. I think it’s fair to say, though, that Jesus was a yogi, in the spirit sense, although I don’t think he was trained by yogis. Other sects knew things, which is not reported in the Bible, the Jewish Scriptures. Jesus told his disciples at one place in the Gospels, that he had other flocks of which they did not know. It says in the Gospels that Nicodemus and Joseph of Arimathea were secret disciples of Jesus. I suppose there were other secret disciples. Mary Magdalene was Melchizedek incarnated; she was not a disciple. Jesus recognized her on sight, when they first met. Recognized her spiritually. If she publicly washed his feet with her hair and tears, and anointed him with precious ointment she scarce could afford, what did she wash and anoint him with when they were in private? She was the one he told outside the tomb to go to the men disciples and tell them she had seen him and he had said he would be with them shortly, and boy did that upset Peter, that Jesus sent a woman to them with the good news. She was the first minister of the gospel, therefore.

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Maybe that also was the 7 hearts bid in my dream in the wee hours this morning. Maybe a wee more than Virginia was able to play.

Maybe a second email thread with Virginia was the 6 hearts bid:

Virginia wrote:

Sloan, I am asking whether the homeless are receiving social security because that would allow them to have a place to live (but nothing is affordable in Key West) and not be homeless. Many of my girl friends are living on their social security income but they bought their apts or homes before retirement and in New York Re living in rent controlled apts costing $300 or $500 a month. Many of them get food stamps of $180 or $200 a month, and there are benefits to help people with their utility bills and provide them with free track phones. These are girlfriends in their 70’s that worked all their lives but now have to survive on social security. They would be homeless if they had not bought a home or apt in their 50’s, I am in the same boat.

I am not saying they don’t have the right to be homeless or be on the streets. I am asking how they became homeless and what can they do about it to stop being homeless. If they are homeless because they are alcoholics, is there a AA program in the area to help them. Drug addicts are more difficult to treat, and some drugs give them energy or a sexual drive and tend to commit crimes to get money for the drugs they crave. That group should be identified and separated out and worked with. Some are homeless from nervous/mental breakdowns and living on the beach might be very therapeutic healing, as long as they can get decent food and sleep safely. Many others are homeless from loss of jobs and lack of new jobs, or age , disabilities, and health prevents their being rehired.

The growth of cities in America made homelessness possible as in the 1600’s-1700’s, as individuals without land or jobs would go into the woods, lay claim to land and build a log cabin or become a hunter and live off the land. America before 1680 -1700 supported a native Indian population of 25 million by hunting and fishing with turkey, ducks, birds, deer, salmon, buffalo, oysters, fish, corn, beans, wild berries and nuts. The Indians had a healthy diet and no diseases until the Europeans arrived where the cities were cesspools, water was polluted, constant typhoid and cholera epidemics along with sporadic episodes of Black Plague, Small Pox, polio, Tetnus, influenza, TB.

You told me once that the ocean water around Key West is polluted and carries disease and can cause infection in those people who swim in the polluted water. WISTERIA ISLAND created by the Navy deepening the channels would have been an ideal place for the homeless if they had tried to improve living conditions, create water cisterns, sanitation facilities, provide tents, blankets. — permanent camping out conditions. The homeless could live decently, churches could provide food (as they d0 now), community groups provide education and health programs (you mentioned some can’t read or write). But the BiG QUESTION is …where are the homeless going? Are they trying to change, move on, get out of the homeless hole? Or are many of them satisfied to live on the beach and hang out like the HIPPIES of the 1960’s?

So what do you suggest? From your experience, what changed in your mind, your mental thinking, that allow you to change and get out? Anyway you can give motivational speeches to the homeless or do they ever group together or perhaps at the free church meals?

Virginia

I replied after I finally woke up for good this morning:

Sorry, Ginger – you can ask me questions until the end of time, you can wonder about the causes of homelessness just as long, and nothing will change. Many times have I published that the reason I stopped being homeless was my father died in August 2005 and I received an inheritance on Valentine’s Day 2006, and that ended my being homeless. But for that, and absent the angels doing something different, I still would be homeless. When homeless people lived on Wisteria Island, they trashed it up. Sloan

On topic, my oldest Bashinsky first cousin Leo emailed yesterday:

Leo Bashinsky

Subject: poem/a different take

Tramps and Bowlers
In the park in front of my place, every night
A bunch of tramps sleep on the wooden porch
Of the bowling green club-house. They shed no light.
No policeman ever wakes them with a torch,
Because no-one reports their nightly stay.
People like me who take an early walk
Just after dawn will see them start the day
By packing up. They barely even talk,Loading their duffel bags. They leave no trace,
Thus proving some who sleep rough aren’t so dumb.
Tramps blow their secret if they trash the place:
This lot make sure that, when the bowlers come,There’s not a beer-can to pollute the scene.
And so, by day, neat paragons of thrift
And duty bow down to the very green
Which forms, by night, for scruffs who merely drift,Their front lawn. If the bowlers only knew,
For sure they’d put in for a higher fence.
They’d have a point, but it would spoil the view
More than the tramps will, if they have the senseTo keep on cleaning up before they go,
Protecting indolence with industry:
A touch of what the bowlers value so.
Which way of life is better? Don’t ask me—I chose both, so I’d be the last to know.

Feather Talk

I replied:

Thanks, I like this poem, will use it tomorrow. KW street people tend to leave messes, some leave big messes where they camp in the mangroves. That always bugged me; didn’t they know that would come back on them? It did. The messes street people made in the mangroves led to the city driving them out of the mangroves into the open, where they camped in plain view, until KOTS was built and running, fall of 2004. Today, street people again camp in the mangroves, but not in the same area some of them once camped; I was one. No trash around my tent, and when I moved elsewhere, you could not tell I had been there.

Sloan angel

The angels trained me to provide different, fresh perspectives to God, Jesus, angels, spirit workings, spiritual evolution. Politics was an afterthought, Plan B. Afterbirth also comes to mind. As does dead end. Plan A went about the same. I wonder if there is a Plan C?

about time

Caio maim,

Sloan Bashinsky

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About Sloan

Darn, that would take a while. Try the autobiographical pages in the header. Ditto for header menu pages at www.goodmorningbirmingham.com. Hatched and raised there, eventually I ran away from home. Here's a short list: Born 1942; male; single; accused of all sorts of imaginable and unimaginable things, perhaps some true. Live on Key West of Weird asteroid. Publish something most days on this website, been at that since July 2007. That's heaps of catch-up reading, probably not recommended.
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