Could I Possibly Have Been Wrong?

One of the tough things in life is accepting when you’re wrong, even the slight possibility you could be or have been wrong. As an example, I’ve been conservative since I stumped for Goldwater in 1964 and when Edmund Brown was governor of California and proposed and passed the California Water Project and billions of dollars to bring water from northern California south I fell right in with conservatives and the belief it was a boondoggle just to line the pockets of friends of the governor. The fact is it was the best thing to happen to California since the discovery of gold or the blow out of that oil well near Taft, or the Kern Front oil field that launched J. Paul Getty as the world’s richest man and left thousands of California millionaires in his wake. I was wrong, and wrong in a big way. Now when you drive north along the west side of the San Joaquin Valley and see thousands of acres of cotton, almonds, pistachios, carrots and other row crops—producing in a former desert—you realize how far sighted Brown was, not to speak of the delivery of water to America’s second largest city, Los Angeles, which could not have grown without it.

Those of you who gain your great political insights from watching Morning Joe being astounded at the price of butter should take into consideration that he’s been living in and preaching from a bubble for years. He was astounded at the price of butter at three bucks a pound until his broadcasting partner looked at him in amazement and brought him up to speed with the factual seven dollars a pound. He was not alone living in a bubble. If you recall George Bush senior was astounded as he watched groceries being scanned.

No matter how you might admire an athlete or pop star, you must step back and evaluate the facts yourself, for yourself, for your family, for your country. Pop should have gone the bubble. Beware of false prophets. Novus ordo seclorum...God bless America.