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The Mayor's Dead Pile up
Ceding San Francisco’s water rights seemed sensible to Mayor Anthony Podesta at the
time. His career was waning, and he was about to be termed out of office. Sadly
there were no viable options as where to seek office next so as to go on making
political promises he had no intention of keeping.
Accepting Jonathan Chalmers’ offer of being put in Sacramento as California’s Lieutenant Governor was hard to swallow. Particularly so for such an incredible accommodation as surrendering the lease for the Hetch Hetchy Valley to the U.S Department of the Interior whose rent had been $82.19 per day for the past 100 years. Then came the bitter part of the equation where Anthony would serve as the running mate to House Speaker Fiorella Pardini’s doltish son Mario who Anthony bitterly detested and who he beat in a supervisorial election as well as in criminal court 20 years earlier.
Accepting Jonathan Chalmers’ offer of being put in Sacramento as California’s Lieutenant Governor was hard to swallow. Particularly so for such an incredible accommodation as surrendering the lease for the Hetch Hetchy Valley to the U.S Department of the Interior whose rent had been $82.19 per day for the past 100 years. Then came the bitter part of the equation where Anthony would serve as the running mate to House Speaker Fiorella Pardini’s doltish son Mario who Anthony bitterly detested and who he beat in a supervisorial election as well as in criminal court 20 years earlier.
How could Anthony ever sell this idea to the San Francisco Board of Supervisor whose political feats were limited to banning the sale of Happy Meals, mulling over banning the sale of goldfish and criminalizing circumcision to those under 18 years of age. “No worry said Chalmers, They can bought outright, cajoled with favors, or simply browbeaten by Speaker Pardini. But then there was General Manager Dan Vela of the San Francisco Public Utilities Commission to deal with. Why? GM Vela had dark family secrets of a religious nature buried 300 feet deep under 117 billion gallons of pure glacial snow melt up in the high Sierra Mountains at the Hetch Hetchy Reservoir.
Less they be forgotten which the dead always seem to be in San Francisco, there’s Supervisors Singer and Perou whose clarion call of corruption regarding water diversion and degradation is met by them being planted in Union Sware by members of the San Francisco Police Department. And then there’s heiress turned police homicide Inspector Jane St. Claire whose intended betrothal to the mayor cannot ignore the mounting evidence of corpses leading to city hall and room 200, better known as the office of the mayor.
Less they be forgotten which the dead always seem to be in San Francisco, there’s Supervisors Singer and Perou whose clarion call of corruption regarding water diversion and degradation is met by them being planted in Union Sware by members of the San Francisco Police Department. And then there’s heiress turned police homicide Inspector Jane St. Claire whose intended betrothal to the mayor cannot ignore the mounting evidence of corpses leading to city hall and room 200, better known as the office of the mayor.
As Anthony’s angst surrounding his involvement heightens, Jonathan Chalmers true to form once again says, “No worry” adding, “Stay the course as Lieutenant Governor of California and you may very well be rewarded by enjoying every lieutenant governor’s favored pass time which is reading the morning paper’s obituaries and finding the governor’s name.”
Instantly relieved and now jubilant Mayor Anthony Podesta cannot help but ask, “How soon?” “Sooner than you can imagine and we shall leave it at that,” replies Jonathan Chalmers.
And just who is Jonathan Chalmers whose shadowy, checkered past is a paradox, a mystery if you will which no one dares to discuss? Perhaps there is an answer if one looks closely at his dignified bearing and majestic appearance befitting someone of royal status. Chalmers freely admits the undeniable truth that he hails fr om royalty lineage dating back to the last dynasty in Moldova. But then there’s more. Why does Chalmers appear old and yet he belies his age with such youthful vigor. Why does he always seem to know what’s on your mind and why does every male ancestor in his lineage disappear every generation only to reappear as a scion one generation later and pick up wh ere the last member left off. Will any of these questions be answered. Most likely if you are of the ilk who whistles past the graveyard and ignores the Mayor’s Dead littering the streets of San Francisco.
Instantly relieved and now jubilant Mayor Anthony Podesta cannot help but ask, “How soon?” “Sooner than you can imagine and we shall leave it at that,” replies Jonathan Chalmers.
And just who is Jonathan Chalmers whose shadowy, checkered past is a paradox, a mystery if you will which no one dares to discuss? Perhaps there is an answer if one looks closely at his dignified bearing and majestic appearance befitting someone of royal status. Chalmers freely admits the undeniable truth that he hails fr om royalty lineage dating back to the last dynasty in Moldova. But then there’s more. Why does Chalmers appear old and yet he belies his age with such youthful vigor. Why does he always seem to know what’s on your mind and why does every male ancestor in his lineage disappear every generation only to reappear as a scion one generation later and pick up wh ere the last member left off. Will any of these questions be answered. Most likely if you are of the ilk who whistles past the graveyard and ignores the Mayor’s Dead littering the streets of San Francisco.
