Por moi: it's scary-enough to contemplate Your predicament, then..
..imagining a response, maybe dailly?/weekly: which causes an old-refrain to enter the jelloware,
1) H.T.F. did this malevolent moron get to be a Gov of anything?
2) W.T.F. does this mean?? ..re the I.Q. of (all. these. Locals., too)
{sigh}
(I recall similar, when Ronnie was Gov. of this 'State'), especially when I went to the brouhaha at CAL
--during the Free Speech sit-in, Sproul Hall (Berkeley) and [via home-made PRESS Pass] went inside,
recorded Mario Savio's orations-within (to broadcast later, maybe: on my 15 min/week 'slot' at a S.F.
FM Station). About an hour later, Ronnie had just sent-in the Highway Patrol to drag students out,
bumping heads on stairs--as later revealed. I left just before that began, thus missed *Joan Baez!
--singing on steps at the main entryway!
* She of the achingly-pure Soprano 'nic ... so much for my Crush on the Lass.. (Once met by
my S.O. {!) Asked to give me a call, she punted: "Nobody ever believes.." {{sigh}}