There are so many things in this world that are so incredibly sad. But among the saddest things that I’ve witnessed is the sight of a former sheriff, once so courageous in the face of evil, reduced to a quivering mess of quince jelly because of a suddenly developed fear of crowds; Washington D.C. seems have that effect on some.
Rep. Dave Reichert’s time spent in that other Washington must have affected his memory too, since he seems to have misplaced his backbone. But I think I know what Dave needs: A nice comfy vacation at Trump’s Mar-a-Lago billionaire’s club where he can play a few rounds of golf, and meet with one or two of those nice lobbyists who will whisper sweet nothings in his ear. It will surely make him feel better about making up excuses to avoid those meanie, cry-baby constituents of his that might hurt his feelings by asking him to do his job.
Harry Truman said, “If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen.” But Dave Reichert has it figured out: if you’re afraid of the kitchen, don’t go in to begin with.
Dave, meet with your constituents. Who knows, you may even locate that missing backbone of yours at a town hall.
Donald McKim
Lynnwood
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