Gavin Newsom announces he’ll run for governor in 2018

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California Lt. Gov. Gavin Newsom, who lives in Kent Woodland, is opening a campaign committee to run for governor in 2018, becoming the first candidate to enter the race, he announced Wednesday.

“I’ve never been a fan of pretense or procrastination. After all, our state is defined by its independent, outspoken spirit. When Californians see something we truly believe in, we say so and act accordingly — without evasiveness or equivocation,” Newsom wrote in a Facebook post. “So today I’m announcing that I’m creating a committee to run for California Governor in 2018. Because I truly and passionately believe in the future of this great state.”

Newsom praised Gov. Jerry Brown’s “remarkable leadership,” but said the Golden State’s “long-term challenges remain daunting — we must continue to grow our economy and create private-sector jobs, we must invest in public education and keep college affordable, we must address the widening inequalities that separate our communities and we must maintain California’s historic leadership in meeting the climate challenge.”

This is hardly unexpected, after Newsom last month announced he would not seek the U.S. Senate seat that Barbara Boxer will vacate in 2016 — thus avoiding a showdown with state Attorney General Kamala Harris.

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http://www.marinij.com/government-and-politics/20150211/gavin-newsom-announces-hell-run-for-governor-in-2018

[Auggie]

1. He'll probably win easily

[MisterP]

2. isn't it dangerous to have a polymorph as Governor? anyone remember the Martian Chronicles?

The swift figure meaning everything to them, all identities, all persons, all names. How many different names had been uttered in the last five minutes?
How many different faces shaped over Tom's face, all wrong?
All down the way the pursued and the pursuing, the dream and the dreamers, the quarry and the hounds. All down the way the sudden revealment, the flash of familiar eyes, the cry of an old, old name, the remembrances of other times, the crowd multiplying. Everyone leaping forward as, like an image reflected from ten thousand mirrors, ten thousand eyes, the running dream came and went, a different face to those ahead, those behind, those yet to be met, those unseen.
And here they all are now, at the boat, wanting the dream for their own, just as we want him to be Tom, not Lavinia or William or Roger or any other, thought LaFarge. But it's all done now. The thing has gone too far.
"Come up, all of you!" Spaulding ordered them.
Tom stepped up from the boat. Spaulding seized his wrist. "You're coming home with me. I know."
"Wait," said the policeman. "He's my prisoner. Name's Dexter; wanted for murder."
"No!" a woman sobbed. "It's my husband! I guess I know my husband!"
Other voices objected. The crowd moved in.
Mrs. LaFarge shielded Tom. "This is my son; you have no right to accuse him of anything. We're going home right now!"
As for Tom, he was trembling and shaking violently. He looked very sick. The crowd thickened about him, putting out their wild hands, seizing and demanding.
Tom screamed.
Before their eyes he changed. He was Tom and James and a man named Switchman, another named Butterfield; he was the town mayor and the young girl Judith and the husband William and the wife Clarisse. He was melting wax shaping to their minds. They shouted, they pressed forward, pleading. He screamed, threw out his hands, his face dissolving to each demand. "Tom!" cried LaFarge. "Alice!" another. "William!" They snatched his wrists, whirled him about, until with one last shriek of horror he fell.
He lay on the stones, melted wax cooling, his face all faces, one eye blue, the other golden, hair that was brown, red, yellow, black, one eyebrow thick, one thin, one hand large, one small.

[forest444]

3. So many of them probably are, though.

What's important is to keep as many of the really nasty ones as possible away from positions of power.