Flam News

If you can't fight City Hall... join 'em! (A mixed metaphor which would make Safta proud.)

Yesterday was our big election for the Neighborhood Council, during which I voted... for myself. (This picture was taken with Rachelle's camera-phone, which is why it looks kinda wonky.) I ran for the Cultural Organization Seat, and the preliminary results show that I won by 48 votes. Now, that may not sound by much, but so far as I can tell, only 403 total ballots were cast.

For those who don't know how I got involved, here's essentially what happened. Last year, the Neighborhood Council (which has no real power -- they only advise their representatives in the City Council) tried to pass a couple of ordinances which didn't sit well with the Orthodox community of the neighborhood. So some guys from shul, including our dear Yoni, ran for the council and won. This year, they convinced even more congregants to run... and a healthy grassroots campaign was enough to secure five more seats, which is more than a majority.

Ah, democracy, gotta love it. I just hope the newspapers don't get wind of this story, because the anti-Semitic local media would love to blow this out of proportion.