With approximately 24 legislative days left in this session, I will be honest with you I am getting “antsy” about trying to establish some new revenue. Even though it may not be “politically correct” to want to raise some taxes, I am telling you to ”salvage” healthcare, mental health, education (both public schools and colleges) we have to bite the bullet and proceed.
Yesterday I was speaking to a group visiting the capitol and I was asked about the budget; after explaining what has transpired so far, one lady asked when is this insanity (with not funding core services) going to stop? I replied when the people of Oklahoma wake up.
She then asked me when that will happen. I replied: when your nursing home calls and says you need to come pick up grandpa because the nursing home is closing; then when you get grandpa, as he is getting out of the car he falls and hits his head; then you take him to the local emergency room only to find that there is no local emergency room as the hospital has closed; so then you take grandpa to Oklahoma City to the OU Health Science ER and there is a four block wait. BUT don’t worry because there will be no hurry to get back home to watch Friday Night football, because there is no Friday night football anymore. That, my friends, will be when Oklahomans will wake up.
It is with a heavy heart that I report that all of us legislators lost a brother this week. Last Saturday night Representative David Brumbaugh, a Republican from Broken Arrow, passed from an apparent heart attack. Even though we were on opposite sides of the aisle, we had a kindred friendship. David was the spitting image of my brother, Mark, and consequently I often addressed him as Mark. When I showed him a picture of my brother he understood and he never corrected me from that point on. Representative Brumbaugh also turned me on to almond milk. He brought me a cup of almond milk to the House floor to let me sample it.
David was one of those legislators that even though he had staunch views, when he wasn’t debating he wouldn’t push them off on his colleagues. I am going to miss my “almond milk” friend. Rest in Peace, Brother.
Ecclesiastes 3: 1-2 For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted.