I’m not normally one to speak out on the matter of politics, in fact, the one time I did I got more than a mouthful from more than a handful of our troops serving overseas, but I have been known to speak out on both stairs and inclines, so that’s what I’m being critical of in this piece.
If you go to San Francisco, there are two things you simply must do. The first is to wear flowers in your hair — which I did and I still have no reason as to why — and the second, the more important must-do in my estimation, is to check out the most crooked street in the congress of American highways, byways, thoroughfares and avenues, and that’s Lombard Street, San Francisco, the most crooked street in the Union.
I know the headline of this article might incite a few negative responses, so let me first justify it as best I’m able. I’m not trying to say anything negative by comparing the crookedness of Lombard Street to politics, it’s not like that at all. I foster nothing but love for all things great and small (except for sharing and naptime, naturally).
So please don’t take my analogy as any insult to you, your belief system or anything else as civil as asphalt. I don’t mean to say that, literally, Lombard Street is really as crooked as politics. That’s an insult I wouldn’t wish on any street nor any supporter or constituent of streets.
And I’ll extend this pseudo-apology to constituents of lanes, avenues, places, roads, and courts (except for Supreme): I’m just trying to say that Lombard Street is really, really crooked. You know, kind of like a politician.
Oh come on, don’t play dumb with me. You know your favorite representative promised one thing and voted another way. It’s not their fault, it’s a matter of pork-belly includes and nonsensical earmarks, as much as anything else, but still, you get my point.
Come November, vote with your heart, but look to Lombard as the steepest, most unruly, unmanageable, decidedly downhill and crooked metaphor for the whole of politics. You can choose against my methodology if you want but, if you do, you’ll only be setting yourself up for a letdown.
But even more seriously still, it’s pretty steep, isn’t it? 40° is awfully sticky, even for a staircase. That’s the other thing I’m saying.
Above – Here you can see a downward looking vision of the infamously steep and crooked Lombard Street. And heck, if you look real close you’ll see me and the gang hanging out on the left side of the picture.
Above – I’m ready for my close-up… Blurry, I know, but you can’t imagine how far away my staff photographer had to stand to get this picture… pretty far, that’s how far.