Come on Arnie, toughen up
Every year politicians take a break from slashing state employees’ pay, bankrupting California, campaigning for their party’s presidential candidate ” or any other activities they may have on their schedule ” and take a trip to Tahoe to announce the latest round of environmental funding for the lake.
Last weekend the back-patting and glad-handing tour was back in town. Tahoe raked in $54 million, which local residents should be truly excited about. And politicians posed for photo ops.
The Secretary of the Interior threw a football around on the beach, and chatted with beach goers.
At some point, I believe early on, the event must have become tedious for Sen. Dianne Feinstein ” or our dedicated senator must have wanted a closer look at the beauty of Tahoe’s shoreline.
Either way, Feinstein took to the trails around Meeks Bay, according to the Associated Press, and promptly broke her ankle.
The story takes a more positive turn here however ” at least for those who admire perseverance in their political figures.
Feinstein hobbled through the Tahoe Summit weekend, speaking about her dedication to protect Lake Tahoe’s environment ” the whole time believing that her ankle was only sprained.
Soon after leaving Tahoe, Feinstein was in the hospital, having her broken fibula repaired.
Talk about grit.
Meanwhile in the world of our state leader Conan the Barbarian/Kindergarten Cop, things also weren’t going so well.
Arnold didn’t make it to Tahoe, instead opting to spend his time under the knife for “minor” knee surgery to repair a damaged meniscus.
The health of Arnie’s lower limbs has been a sore point with Tahoe residents ever since he broke his leg in a skiing accident in Sun Valley, Idaho ” while at the same time trying to convince the nation and the world to come to ‘CAAAlEEEfornia’ to ski.
I’m sorry Arnie, I know you were Mr. Freeze and all, but to be the toughest politician in California you gotta be able to make it to the Tahoe Summit ” even if it means hopping through the event on one leg.
Next year, even if you rag doll down the ski slopes of British Columbia in the spring, we expect you here for the summit.
And, Arnie, if you are reading this, please don’t come after me. Because, although I might not have gargantuan pectorals, I am pretty fast. And I don’t have a torn meniscus.