Many years ago in a rollicking past life rooted in the New York and L.A. media, I was offered a choice gig on commercial radio to host a talk show, ostensibly to be a reasoned liberal voice to counterbalance then upstart Rush Limbaugh broadcasting out of Sacramento.
After giving it a try for a weekend, I declined. I just couldn’t stand fielding the phone calls from the mostly rabid right and shockingly ill-informed audience. NPR it was not. The prospects of doing it three hours a day five days a week was off putting; it would not be fun or illuminating.

That frankly is the way I feel now about the drift of local and social media, and to answer friends and followers why I am not contributing as often as I have in the past. In light of the current worldwide crisis, I just can’t abide the facile comments of faux and failed journalists, self serving hustlers and, worse, the mindless defending a corrupt, narcissistic president.

Confined as a high risk individual due to my age and medical history, I spend my time instead walking the dogs, landscaping, and reading more, just not the local blather. I am instead relying for news on my alma mater the NY Times, the Los Angeles Times, the Washington Post and UCLA Health.

Though I wish all well, and sincerely hope when we get past this pandemic, serious thought be given to how all levels of government can be reformed to better serve the people rather than special interests, that our democracy prevails.




A couple of public hearings are upcoming in Malibu to air the question whether council elections should be changed from citywide to district: cue the cliché of rearranging the deck chairs on the Titanic.

Actually, a more accurate adage would not be Malibu as a doomed ocean liner, but a leaky tug boat maneuvered by an overpaid, underachieving city manager, and servile crew, hauling an overloaded barge of mostly inept bureaucrats and unctuous consultants.

One wonders what this self serving gaggle really does besides put out labored press releases to a maladroit local media, while coddling select self serving, self aggrandizing city council members, though well intentioned a few might have been when elected or anointed.

However its council is structured, what the municipal conceit and construct of Malibu really needs sooner rather than later is an investigation of uncompromising, oversight by the State Comptroller or an independent task force, hopefully resulting in recommendations for a more responsible, responsive self government.

For that to happen and not be corrupted, the present city council must snap out of its stupor, however promulgated by the city manager, assert itself, and show Reva Feldman the door.  This should have been done immediately following her failures during the disastrous Woolsey Fire and fumbling the ReBuild, followed by a host of other mismanagements. But better late than never.

If not, by this council or the next, or I fear Malibu will just continue to be compromised by special interests catered to by a willfully ignorant City Hall.


For those of us who have longed loved Malibu, the local government remains a major disappointment, our under achieving neophyte neighbors being manipulated by an unapologetic city missmanager, and a bloated bureaucracy and consultancies.

We have become know by those with any real governmental experience as “chump city.” The only thing that makes me more disappointed is our loutish leadership in Washington DC. But I hope that will change, and I like to think I did my part today.

It was hard choice, indeed the hardest since I cast an (underage) vote for Henry Wallace the progressive presidential candidate in ’48 rather than Harry Truman, (and later apologized to him for that when walking with him in NYC on assignment from the NYTimes . He was staying at the Waldorf visiting his daughter who not incidentally was married to Clifton Daniels of the Times.)

Didnt want to make the same mistake with Bernie, who was saying alot that I am thinking (as was the woeful Elizabeth) but in a voice that reminded me too much of the obnoxious dogmatic kid that sat behind me in PS 238 Brooklyn. The shrill haranguing gave me a headache. I think it WAS Bernie, but he was still a few grades behind me.

Lots of talk, but I think Joe will get the job done, number one being putting Donny (as he was known to us and other later in Jamaica Estates, Queens) out of office and penniless into jail. You got my reluctant vote Biden, and the ball, Don’t fuckin’ fumble it!! Can’t wait to cast my ballot in November, for a new administration nationally and locally!