California, here I come

Cruz will have six states in May, by my count.  Indiana on the 3rd, Nebraska and West Virginia on the 10th, Kentucky and Oregon  on the 17th, and Washington on the 24th.   Two weeks later, on June 7th, New Jersey, New Mexico, Montana and South Dakota  — along with the big one, California and 172 delegates.

Based on the voting so far, and my understanding of the politics of each of these states, I’ll predict overwhelming wins for Cruz in Nebraska, New Mexico, Montana and South Dakota.  Eastern Kentucky and West Virginia are economically depressed, due in part to the Democrats’ War on Coal  — a real war, not a phony one.  Immigration isn’t as much of an issue because illegals don’t go to these places.  Environmental fascism from the federal government is the problem.  Cruz can address these concerns much more knowledgeably than the Moron, but that may not matter. I can’t really read these states, or Joisey for that matter. I’ve never been to Joisey, and based on its current political leadership, I have no interest in going.

I know the west coast, my native California in particular.  This is not Trump country, and let’s leave it at that.  I could go on, but it would be tedious.  A lot of people are into mellow in this part of America, and a guy like Trump seems like he’s from a different planet.

What’s new in California is Barbara Boxer’s replacement, a ten term Democrat from Orange County named Loretta Sanchez, a Blue Dog Democrat, and a hell of a woman.  I like Loretta.  She’ll crush the ultraliberal AG, Kamala Harris, a Willie Brown protege, and a black version of Boxer.

The primary is on June 7th, and no Republican of consequence has filed, so our jungle primary will put two Democrats on the general election ballot.  Guess who all the Republicans will vote for?  And you don’t think Loretta knows that?  This is a savvy politician, and I think she can be a Senator as long as she likes. And she’s reasonable. She comes from a hard working family of proud Mexican Americans in Anaheim, and led a normal southern California life.  When she first ran for office in 1994 it was as a Republican.  She switched parties to run against, and beat, Crazy Bob Dornan, an likable but essentially unstable ultraconservative.

Loretta will be second Blue Dog in the Senate, to go with Joe Manchin.  At least you can talk to these people.  Boxer gone, Sanchez in  — for California, that’s real progress.

That’s the future of politics in California.  Hispanics and Republicans, working together.  In one of those only in America stories, two adjoining Central Valley Congressional districts, both overwhelmingly Hispanic, are represented by the sons of Portuguese dairy farmers from the Azores  — Valadao and Nunes.  Both good guys.  And Republicans.

Vaya con Dios, baby.  It’s the California way.

The real Alaska

Anchorage is a beautiful place, but the best thing about it is that it’s surrounded by the real Alaska.  There are over a quarter of a million people in Anchorage, living a comfortable lifestyle comparable to small northern cities anywhere in the country.  That’s not Alaska.

Alaska, at its purest, is interior Alaska, centered in Fairbanks, just below the Arctic Circle.   You’ve got to be hard core to live in Fairbanks.  I wouldn’t do it.

But it looks as though I’ll be heading up to Fairbanks at the end of the month to observe the Republican Party of Alaska’s State Convention.  Tuckerman Babcock, who I’ve known since he was a kid, is running for Party Chair, and favored.  If he is elected, he and I can do some damage together.  Tuckerman is one of the brighter political minds I’ve run across anywhere.   It will be a pleasure working with him.  He has eight kids with his second wife, a State Farm agent, and obviously one hell of a woman.  I’m looking forward to meeting her.

It should be about 60 degrees in Fairbanks when I get there, with over 21 hours of sun.  The whole place is a mind attack.  People who live there are just different.  I’ve spent very little time there, and very little time in the Interior.  The only way to really see it is in a light plane, and I never had the urge to fly.  I’m jealous of those who have.

I spent 27 years in Alaska, and have been just about all over the state, from Ketchikan to Barrow.  But I only saw a small part of the real Alaska.  That’s on my bucket list.

Right now it looks as though we’re going to a contested Convention.  That could change, though.  Trump’s not getting to 1237, and he knows it.  I read that he’s got people going around, trying to drum up support from individual Rubio delegates.  He’s going to be sorely disappointed.  The kind of people Rubio selected to be his delegates are the kind of people who can’t stand Trump.

When this becomes clear to the Moron he can either go to Cleveland, put on some kind of spectacle, crash, and burn.  Or he can say to hell with it, they’ve rigged the Convention, and walk out.  His choice.

I guess they’ll be a lot of security, after Brussels.  If I’ve got any free time I’d like to look around Cleveland, birthplace of the Rockefeller fortune.  America’s original oil fields, in western Pennsylvania, shipped their crude to Cleveland, where it was refined or transported elsewhere around the country.  Young John D. happened to be in the right place, at just the right time.

He saw his opportunity, and he took it.  He created the American oil industry, one of the most fabulous success stories in American history.  I doubt his name is mentioned  much on many college campuses, except in contempt.

When you think about it, a lot of the problems we have in this country are a result of ignorance.  On the other hand, if you want to win money playing poker, don’t play guys that are really good.  Play everyone else.  That’s where the easy money is.

It’s sort of like that in politics.  At least in my experience.


You can’t hide your lyin’ eyes

Lisa Murkowski, and her father, Frank, began her career in the United States Senate with a lie.  And everyone knew it was a lie.  But they didn’t care.  Ted Stevens was all in on it, and the Native Corporations, and everyone in the Stevens money circle, and they were going to pull it off.  They had enough power and money to shove it down the throats of the Alaskan people, and they did.  I didn’t realize it at the time, but Murkowski was a Hickel man all along, having served in his cabinet.  It was a typical Hickel/Stevens move.  Contempt for the truth was always part of their philosophy.

After he was elected Governor in 2002, Frank interviewed a number of people who wanted the appointment to serve the remainder of his Senate term.  I was not one of them.  When Lisa filed for reelection to the State House in 2000, I figured out their plan, and left the state.  But my friend Rick Halford was naive enough to go for an interview.  Rick was the smartest guy in Alaska politics, an American patriot, and would have made not a good, but a great United States Senator.  Johne Binkley was interviewed as well, the snake, and quite a few other logical candidates.

Well, Frank and Nancy gave it a lot of thought, and they jointly announced that, by gosh, the most qualified person to take Frank’s place was his half witted daughter, Lisa.  She’d served two terms in the Alaska House, and at least she had not embarrassed herself, which, given Lisa’s limited intelligence, was quite an accomplishment.  I was in California at the time, but saw a picture from the announcement.  Nancy was in the background, with the most arrogant, condescending look on her face I’ve ever seen.  She looked to me like a Mafioso’s wife, proud of the fast one they just pulled off.

Before I left Alaska I thought about running against Lisa in 2004, when Frank’s term expired, and she’d be up.  I would have been a 59 year old former legislator and radio talk show host with no money.  I decided I didn’t want to be a U.S. Senator that badly after all.   The Cold War was long over, and the scoundrel Clinton was no longer in the White House.  And I knew Babbie had about had it with me and politics, and I couldn’t blame her.  So my friend Mike Miller from North Pole ran against her in the 2004 primary, and got crushed.

Meanwhile the old man made such a fool of himself as Governor that he came in third in the Republican primary in 2006  — Palin 51, Binkley 30, Incumbent Gov. Murkowski, 19.  You have to look far and wide in the history of American politics to find such total repudiation.

Somehow Lisa snaked through to reelection in 2010, against a gadfly neophyte named Joe Miller.  So here we are, in late March of 2016, and only two months remain before the filing deadline.  It’s not too late to put on a winning campaign against Lisa.  Two and a half months is plenty of time.  Since I’ve suspended working for the Cruz campaign (as if they need me) I’ve got plenty of time to put in on this myself. It’s kind of a pet project, a  bucket list kind of thing.  If there was some money, I’d even camp out in Anchorage for the summer.  I hear the weather’s good then.

I’ll figure out a way to get to the Club for Growth, and other national outfits that help fund this kind of thing.  It will take some serious money, but not by national standards.  You can get a lot of bang for your buck in Alaska.

So all I need is a candidate.  I have someone in mind, but I’d like to do a sort of poll of whoever reads this blog in Alaska.  Who do you think should run against Lisa?

Email your candidate, and your thoughts on all this, to

I’d like to identify a candidate in the next week or two.  If I was still up there I’d run myself, make a deal with the Governor about my replacement, and resign the day after I was sworn in.  That way I could say I was a United States Senator, and not have to actually be one.

Can you imagine being in the same room with Patrick Leahy, and Barbara Boxer, and on and on, and having to be  civil to them.  Barbara Mikulski?  Chuck Schumer?  I’d want to strangle the bastards.

It was really best for all concerned that I never served in the Senate, after all.

The Golden State

Where I was born, raised, educated, met and married my wife.  I left two weeks after I finished law school at UCLA, and was gone for 27 years.  When all my scheming in Alaska  failed to allow me to even have a run at a U. S. Senate seat, I knew Babbie wanted to go home to California, and there was no real reason for me to stay.

So I’ve lived in a very nice part of the Sierra foothills for the last fifteen years, mainly watching baseball.  That changed in October of 2013, and I’ve been back at politics ever since.  I’ve submitted my name, as Lew Uhler did his, to the Cruz campaign to be a delegate from CA-4, perhaps the most politically conservative district in the state.  Our Congressman, Tom McClintock, is a hard core conservative, and a Cruz supporter.  Lew Uhler hired him to work for him for a while before he was ever elected.

I asked Joseph Semprevivo to put in a word for us, and he said he would.  I asked him again today, and he indicated it was in the works.  I want to know for sure so I can start making plans.  I wanted Babbie to go, but she’s not interested.  I don’t blame her.  I  might be in some meetings, and what the hell do you do in Cleveland?

This will be the most exciting Convention since 1952, when the moderate Eisenhower stole the nomination (it was stolen on his behalf) from a great American conservative, and a hero of mine, Senator Robert Taft of Ohio.  He was responsible for the Taft-Hartley Act of 1947, overriding Truman’s veto with southern Democrats.  These labor reforms saved the American economy.  Without it, we were headed down the same path as socialist Britain, a road to economic ruin.  Robert Taft saved the American economy, and was a man of honor and principle.

Now it’s 2016, we have another Taft, except a lot smarter, and from Texas. And he’s an Hispanic!  Whatever the hell that means.   He’s opposed by the Moron, who, in perhaps the finest moment of his life, Roger Ailes is going to destroy, utterly and completely.

If this works out Babbie can join me in Cincinnati, and we’ll head east across southern Ohio.  This is where my direct ancestor, John Pettyjohn III, a Revolutionary War veteran, settled and raised his family after the war.  He had a son, a grandson, and a great grandson, all in the same line, with the name Thomas, for Thomas Jefferson.  I’m descended from Thomas III.  He was my great grandfather’s grandfather.  Maybe there’s some local record of him.  I know the town it was near.

During my down time in California I dug around on the internet and came up with the whole story of the Pettyjohn family.  Somebody went to a lot of time, or spent a lot of money doing it.  Very professional.

So I’m hoping I can go.  And if I’m on the ballot as a Cruz delegate, I’ll finally win an election in California.  One for one.