Sunday, September 25, 2011
Gov. Jerry Brown is doing well in the polls right now, but he’s got a problem in the works that could really take him down.
Check in with legislative analysts – the state is on track to run out of money by Thanksgiving.
It turns out that the budget Brown signed had revenue projections that were … well, I won’t call them phony, but let’s just say they’ve turned out to be several billion dollars short of accurate.
Plus, the courts stopped him from pulling in the money he was hoping to raise from redevelopment agencies across the state.
In other words, he’s almost sure to have to pull the “trigger” on cuts to education and health and social programs that were included in the budget in case the state ran short of money.
I’m telling you, Brown is on the brink – and legislators are becoming concerned because they don’t think he knows it.
The town was crawling the past few days with politicos from around the state here for a League of California Cities confab.
They were all over town, from the St. Regis to North Beach, riding in limos, filling up the restaurants.
They gave their “Legislator of the Year” award to state Sen. Roderick Wright, D-Inglewood (Los Angeles County).
“How’d you earn that?” I asked Rod when I bumped into him.
“One vote,” he replied. “I was the only Democrat who voted against the governor taking away all the cities’ redevelopment money.”
President Obama must have just died when he heard that the Solyndra officials who got that $535 million stimulus loan were taking the Fifth at congressional hearings.
There’s good reason for Obama to be upset. It’s going to make one hell of a commercial for the Republicans come the election.
I can see the split screen already. One side has Obama smiling and saying Solyndra is the green path to the future. Then flip to the Solyndra execs refusing to talk about their government loan on the grounds they might incriminate themselves.
He has to feel like he’s snake-bitten.
Movie time: “Drive.” It has to be one of the most violent movies of the year.
You’ve heard the story line before. A gang of wannabes knocks over what looks like an easy target, only to find out it’s really a stash for mob money.
Ninety minutes later, after a nonstop rush of blood, sweat, violence and car crashes, the credits come up and you walk out feeling a bit better about life.
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