During this campaign for city council, I’ve had interviews with a few special interest groups.  Some have been rocky; some have been smooth. 

I was somewhat nervous going in to the one with the San Antonio Board of Realtors (SABOR), expecting it to be about topics I was still brushing up on.  To my relief, I was reasonably well-versed in the subject matter. 

Plus, after calling dozens of them and/or their clients (property owners) requesting permission to place my signs on their property, I’d unexpectedly been handed an issue that I thought would be salient with them; my opponents were doing it without extending that courtesy. 

Not only was this borderline trespassing and vandalism, but it violated city code.  Plus, there were some basic constitutional implications involved.  Alas, they endorsed Councilwoman Melissa Cabello Havrda. 

Being a rookie at this, I didn’t dwell on it.  Since then, however, I’ve connected some dots that have led me to an “ah-ha” moment.

Councilwoman Havrda recently earned a real estate license.  She also voted in February to put Prop A on the ballot, a proposal widely expected to give the city more leeway to get into the “affordable housing” industry.

Turns out SABOR “supports candidates and legislation that are favorable to” them.   

This is what corporate welfare looks like at inception.  The fact that Mayor Ron Nirenberg has added his voice to the growing, preposterous chorus of those including everything under the sun as “infrastructure” drives this home.

To be clear, having a career in the private sector while serving the public is a good thing, ideal even.

Candidates for public office come from all walks of life.  They are a microcosm of community.  Engineers, entrepreneurs, policemen, veterans, etc.  It’s a wholesome mix of people who have excelled in diverse fields, pushing society forward. 

These are the ideal folks to have in policymaking positions.  Unlike those who have merely reported (media) or done studies (academia) on, or been in government their entire adult life, these professionals have actually gotten their hands dirty.

That is of course, unless they failed in industry, and intend to change the rules of the game once elected.  Or, they go to cook up a gravy train, made easier in my lifetime as budgetary discipline has given way to the public credit card. 

Either way sets them up for a cushy post-political career, whether in helping a company navigate the bureaucratic thicket they helped create, or guiding them to the trough of pork.

When/if citizens start to detect a stench of corruption, they and their colleagues can simply throw a couple laws at the issue to show that they’re “doing something.”  Bans on future lobbying work come to mind.

As with most issues in our politics however, that’s merely putting a band-aid on a wound that needs to be closed with stitches; the festering gash known as government spending.

As long as we have politicians pilfering productive citizens, thinking they’ll be the ones to finally solve the riddle of central planning, we’ll have cronies lobbying for a spoonful of the slop that taxes and borrowing become.

The only real skill they need is schmoozing.

The government and its beneficiaries don’t have to labor in a competitive setting, nor does their survival depend on pleasing the customer.  All they need is their mole on the inside to keep the scales tipped in their favor.

If this imbalance isn’t properly corrected, but instead continually papered over with more “anti-corruption” legislation, we’ll arguably end up with more of the worst revolving door of make-work citizen legislators: lawyers. 

Ever wonder why we have more of those than any other country on the globe?

Folks that engineer this boondoggling aren’t necessarily corrupt.  But as the late John McCain lamented regarding his involvement in the Keating Five scandal, “the appearance (of) impropriety (is) just as important.”  

At the very least it sets the stage for crony capitalism.  This in turn emboldens government activists, who’ve either been played for fools, or are in cahoots with their policymaking benefactors.
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It gives them the ammunition they need to claim that “capitalism is broken,” when the only thing that’s really broken is government.

Though my microeconomics class ended a few weeks ago, one of the topics we covered has lingered as I’ve turned my attention to the city council race for district six: “rational ignorance.”

Oxymoronic as it sounds, it’s probably familiar to most folks when they think about their typical day.

We go to work, see our kids off to school, workout, run errands, etc.  After dinner and homework, how many of us gather around the T.V. to watch politicians, analysts, et al spar with each other?

Probably not a lot. 

If that’s what it takes to make an informed vote, to many, it’s just not worth it.  It’s entirely possible that this phenomenon is what contributes to low voter turnout.

Naturally, that’s unfortunate.  Political junkies however, seem to take the wrong message from this, and actually may be exacerbating the problem.

I’ve been solicited dozens of times by offers to market my campaign.  Text bombs, banner ads, robo-calls, physical mailers, etc. 

As a voter, I reflexively recoil every time I’m on the receiving end of this stuff.  Why would I want to be on the firing end? 

I was warming to using doorknob hangers, until I was reminded that might run afoul of some neighborhoods’ “no solicitation” warnings.  I’m not going to disrespect that any more than I would property owners’ rights by planting campaign signs on their land without consent. 

Having secured the permission of some, I do have a few of those out. 

Aside from that, you can find me where I’ve always been; amongst you.  Grocery shopping, on runs around the area, dining out, ferrying my daughters to/from school and extracurricular activities, etc.

If you see someone wearing my campaign shirt, that’s me.  Or, you may see campaign magnets on my mobile HQ parked somewhere.  In any case, stop me, like a fireman did recently, and let’s chat.

It would be the most important part of my job interview.

Too often, candidates beseeching citizens to “get out and vote” is self-serving.  You hear phrases like “when you’re the last one to the table, all you get is crumbs,” but that carries a horrible connotation.

Some of those “crumbs” no doubt have legitimate purposes, like sidewalk repair, pothole-filling, or erecting a park.  But others are more likely to comprise a wasteful trough full of pork.

If prospective voters want a stereotypical, smooth-talking, fake-smiling politician promising to bring home some of that bacon, I’m not the guy for the job (I’d ‘tax’ the pig less, but that’s another story). 

To imply however, that I’m therefore not working for it is misplaced at best.  I’ve arguably been working for this the entire 21st century that I’ve lived in this great city. 

The backbone has been a career in the Texas energy industry, the last thirteen years of which have been riding the booms and busts of the oil services sector.  Over nearly all of it, I’ve been putting in overtime.

I’ve raised four daughters, the oldest of whom is poised to be one of the top ten graduates from Warren High School this June.  She’s blazed a trail for her sisters, who also rank at the very top of their respective classes. 

Perhaps as importantly, their mother and I have taught them to be independent thinkers, immune to the slanted nonsense that reigns in the mainstream media, and the herd mentality of social media. 

I’ve strived to do the same in the classroom. 

Shortly before my oldest was born, I started graduate school at U.T.S.A., eventually earning a master’s in economics.  After becoming regularly disenchanted with election outcomes, I started teaching in 2014.

I typically teach one class in the spring, and two in the fall at Northwest Vista College here in district six.  That I’ve garnered support for my campaign from several former students is a testament to my success.

Outside of all that, I spend time trying to extend those lessons by writing for various economic/market-based publications.

If that’s “couch-potato-ish,” then my vernacular is more out of date than my girls think!

Back in 1999, Reese Witherspoon portrayed a goody-goody, student body presidential candidate in Alexander Payne’s “Election.” 

After declaring to them that she cares about “each and every one of” her classmates, one of her opponents asks “who cares about this stupid election?  The same pathetic charade happens every year.”

A standing ovation ensued. 

No election, whether local, state or national, is stupid.  They are our opportunity to register our approval or disapproval with the direction of our community.  But the point is taken on the “charade.”

Thoughtful citizens are tired of, and desensitized to political platitudes.  Their mere utterance diminishes every one that came before, and every one that will come after it.

So you won’t see me spouting such meaningless cliches, interrupting your yardwork, or rapping at your door doing the same to dinner.  It would go against the whole premise of my message; to get the government to leave you alone.
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This is about YOU, not me.

I like Councilwoman Melissa Cabello Havrda. 

In the Facebook videos I’ve seen, and firsthand in the candidate forums we’ve participated in, she seems like a genuinely nice lady.

It’s what she does within city council chambers that gives me pause.  We have some fundamental, philosophical differences of opinion.

First and foremost was the government’s reaction to the coronavirus pandemic.  Some would say overreaction, and I count myself amongst them.

Without question, the pandemic threw everyone for a loop.  Elected officials could almost be forgiven for taking as drastic measures as they did.  Almost.

Leaders should be the cooler heads in the room.  They should set an example, provide guidance.  What they shouldn’t do, is wield such power that dictates a person’s movements, or who they associate with.

Occasionally when I take that stance, I get accused of “putting profits over lives.”  But that’s a shortsighted view that misses the point.

In the short-run, profits aren’t what puts food on the table for your children.  They’re not what keeps a roof over their head, or a light on for them to read.  Simple employment does, and too much of that was needlessly swept away with the lockdown orders.

Instead of pushing back against the governor, in deference to San Antonians’ autonomy, the city routinely appealed for the ability to tighten further.  It was misguided at best, unforgivable at worst. 

For what it’s worth, profits foster widespread prosperity.  They also instill in politicians and bureaucrats’ delusions of grandeur that they can create, with the subsequent tax revenue, market goods like so-called “affordable housing.”

City council voted in February, almost unanimously, to put before voters a change to the city charter to expand what they can do with borrowed funds. 

There are indeed larger forces at work when it comes to the price of housing.  One of them is a weak dollar policy set forth from Washington D.C. 

When Uncle Sam fiddles with the value of the dollar, peddling the false notion that it confers a strong trade position, investors tend to shift their capital into established assets.  We’ve seen the bubbles that subsequently materialize in the oil market, for instance.  Housing is another example. 

When that house of cards inevitably comes crashing down, as we saw a dozen years ago, recession is more likely to ensue.  Not only do public balance sheets turn red (or redder), but the clamor for government to “do something” grows.

It’s a vicious cycle, and politicians, either out of simple ignorance or a thirst for power, seize the opportunity to be seen as the savior.  They end up compounding matters, sometimes by coercing private business to “offer” more entitlements, like paid sick leave (PSL).

When I started on the labor ladder, I was grateful for the opportunity to earn some money when my marketable skill base was low.  It never occurred to me to demand more than I was offered. 

Had such a diktat been in place back then, my first day of employment might very well have been pushed into the future, due to being too expensive to hire.

As the great Thomas Sowell once said, the “real minimum wage is always zero.”

Councilwoman Havrda claimed that her “constituents wanted it.”  Fair enough.  It’s important to have your finger on the pulse of the community, especially when you live amongst them. 

Issues like these however, are unique.

The Founding Fathers set up a republic where the rights (the real ones, not the ones pulled out of thin air on a seemingly daily basis) of the minority are protected against the will of the majority.

This is why I would like to see article four section thirty-four of the city charter amended to put citizens’ and entities’ duly-earned, or acquired, resources and property out of the reach of those who want to vote themselves a portion of it.
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A local elected official must be attentive to constituent concerns.  Potholes should be filled.  Sidewalks should be smooth.  Public spaces should be maintained, etc.

Some humility is in order though.

They must realize that their forays into the private sector distort the free, efficient flow of goods, services, and information.  Such incursions are also highly likely to be counterproductive.

The last thing public “servants” should be doing is restricting or violating the liberties of their constituents.  The only person that serves is oneself.

Back in December, the Houston Chronicle interviewed Alicia Caballero, a hazardous waste quality assurance professional in the Corpus Christi area.  The report was centered on her drive to increase the pay of Texas legislators so that citizens with “normal jobs” could “serve fellow citizens through policymaking."

It brought to mind former Mayor Ed Garza’s effort in 2004 to (if memory serves) “professionalize” San Antonio city council by raising their salaries.  Just enough voters eventually consented in 2015. 

This strikes me as bad of an idea now as it did then, regardless of jurisdiction.

One thing all elective bodies have in common is that rare are their actions that contribute to the well-being of their respective constituents.  More often, they’re detrimental.

The impetus for Ms. Caballero’s quest was a “dystopian future glimpse” borne of Amazon CEO Jeff Bezos’ growing wealth during the pandemic.  The expiration of a wage bump for Amazon employees “felt like a ridiculous imbalance” to her.

Right away, it became clear she felt she would be a better manager of enterprises in which she has no personal stake. 

Lacking was a dash of humility in recognition of the fact that the vast majority of us don’t have the intestinal fortitude necessary to lift a company off the ground, much less keep it going.

Moreover, one detects a whiff of ingratitude toward an organization that, to a degree, has made life easier during the shutdowns and government-caused recession.

Instead, these fellow travelers do a disservice to prospective constituents by trying to persuade them that businesses/economies are better off when centrally planned by the state.

This is nearly always a counterproductive exercise, succeeding only in being self-serving.  It entrenches the orchestrating political class, as they continually expand their dockets of things “to do.” 

It’s no surprise then when the cabal lobbies for greater compensation.  It’s a perverse cycle.

There is no doubt an element of sacrifice that comes with throwing your hat in the ring for elected office. 

Some of your life, and that of your family, falls under a spotlight.  You trade leisurely pursuits for attention to, and the demands of your constituents. 

Contributing to the genuine betterment of the community via the private sector and continuing to support your constituency at home, to your maximum potential, should not be one of the sacrifices. 

It doesn’t have to be, and it’s not really the salary that’s the obstacle.

While it’s not the same as removing oneself to Austin for six months every other year, the council schedule injects kinks into an otherwise normal workday.  And this occurs weekly, every year.

It’s certainly true that 8-5 schedules have become more flexible over time.  Technology has allowed us to spread our work over more hours per day, and more days per week. 

There are many of us however, that need to be plugged in during traditional work hours.  Some provide goods and services for which the demands during this time are constant. 

To pull them away from that for two-to-five-hour morning and afternoon sessions is not optimal.

Speaking as one who spends almost three hours one or two evenings each week teaching college, pushing regular council meetings beyond dusk is eminently doable.  It might even provide kids a good civics lesson to do homework at city hall while mom or dad fulfills their duties.

If staff needs to be there to assist, excessive council salaries could be redirected to them as overtime, or they could flex their own work schedules.  If more guidance than that is needed from council, it’s a decent indicator that the public sector is “doing” too much. 

Elected representatives are meant to reflect the will of their respective constituencies.  They’re there to set the tone.  They shouldn’t be grinding the gears of bureaucracy to the extent that was cited as justification for the salary hike of a few years ago. 

Incidentally, should the effort to have local government retreat in scale and scope prevail, the area median wage to which salaries were set would arguably rise. 

As the predictable gulf between community prosperity and political interference grows, some of the exorbitant compensation could be returned to the taxpayers.

If this sounds too pie-in-the-sky, bear in mind how predictions of rainbows-and-unicorns resulting from public sector action usually turn out to be more like storms and mules.
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As history has shown repeatedly, getting the state off our collective back is usually what results in a full-bloom blossoming of citizens.   

The policy chapters have long been my favorites to discuss in class.  I’ve never really probed why, but I suspect it’s because they animate additional personality traits within me.

I have to restrain the cynicism and sarcasm since government policy messes with the topic of the happiest chapter we cover: growth.

There is nary a downside to economic expansion.  It means prosperity.  Rising incomes.  Technological advance.  More leisure.  More arts.  It’s a virtuous cycle. 

Policy, by definition, means politicians getting in the way of that.

They penalize our work effort through taxation, diverting our time and resources through a labyrinth tax code.  Rules and regulations devised “for our own good” absolve us of personal responsibility, and weigh down our pursuits of happiness.

Government programs set up in benevolence serve mostly to rob us of the incentive to make our way, and in the process keep us addicted to the same.  Politicians also restrict our ability to trade with each other.

There are a few basic things though, that government can, and should do to foster growth. 

The law should be clear and fairly enforced.  Parties to private contracts should be held to them, and private property should be respected.

The importance of the latter is why it was so disheartening to discover recently that some elected officials, and candidates for office, prop up their signs without seeking permission from property owners.

There are fundamental constitutional and human rights issues involved.

Property rights are a key underpinning of the “right … to be secure in (our) houses … against unreasonable search and seizure.”  There are also first amendment concerns.

Imagine you’re not engaged in the political process. 

When you work, have kids to raise, are active in your church, or maybe have a side-gig, the last thing many of us want to do in our free time is tune in to a bunch of smooth-talking, fake-grinning politicians trying to sell us a load of doo-doo, arguing with each other all the way.

Reading a book, playing music, gardening, running, poking yourself in the eyes … almost anything is more preferable. 
That’s why economists call it rational ignorance.

How would you react if one morning you awoke to find a campaign sign in your yard?  Worse yet, what if you ARE engaged, and it’s for a candidate you do not support?

Not only has your property been trespassed upon, and arguably defaced, but the expression of your values has been hijacked and misrepresented.

The cynic might say these candidates have actually displayed how well-qualified they are to carry out elected office in the manner to which we’ve regrettably become accustomed. 

To add insult to injury, some of the property owners I spoke with told me they have to spend a couple hundred dollars to have the signs removed.  That’s time and money that could have been spent bolstering the community.
 
Having your own property, or even a domicile you rent, is the key to security.  From that derives stability, and a greater ease to go about making a meaningful contribution to society by maximizing your talents and ambitions.

Sometimes that means developing your property to meet the demands of those who want to trade with you the product of their own toil.

A candidate for public office wantonly driving a stake into the land of another, or affixing their sign to their fence, may not seem like a big deal.  In fact, it betrays a disrespect for our fellow citizens. 

Long ago a buddy joked that it’s better to do and ask forgiveness, than ask permission and risk being turned down.  Politicians very rarely ask forgiveness because, in their world, when their heart is in the right place, they think they did no wrong.

Look where that’s gotten us.
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Moving to Dallas from Victoria, TX. (pop. 55K) was an eye-opener in many ways for this twenty-one-year-old.  There were infinite things to do, places to shop, work opportunities, etc.   

Though I’d grown up with kids of Asian, African, and Latin descent, I had very little, if any exposure to homosexual people.  That’s probably why a friend thought it would be amusing to stick a pride colors bumper sticker on my truck once I’d settled into the Metroplex.

It was a while before I found out, but when I did, I distinctly remember thinking “meh.”

This memory came back to me when the Stonewall Democrats, San Antonio’s “voice of the LGBTQIA community,” invited me to fill out a questionnaire and take part in their forum for candidates for mayor and city council.  The same day, the House of Representatives passed the “Equality Act.”

Perhaps unsurprisingly, the third question on their survey asked if I supported it.

Around the time of the bumper sticker, I went to a predominantly gay club for the first time, The Village Station (now called Station 4).  I spent that night holding my friends’ (most straight) coats while just observing.

A couple years later, after I had removed the sticker, The Village became a regular stop on my personal club circuit.  To say it was a vibrant atmosphere would be an understatement. 

I made friends there, some of whom went with me to my beloved heavy metal concerts.  I took dates there.  People just wanted to have fun.  Any negative pre-conceived notions about the community that I'd heard up to that point quickly evaporated. 

I also lost some friends.

One night my girlfriend and I had some folks over to our apartment.  One of the them was the top IT guy where I worked.  He was a very cool guy.  He was also gay. 

I also invited a college/golfing buddy.  As soon as he walked in the door and saw my friend from IT, he stiffened up, turned around and walked right back out the door, literally minutes later.

"I just wish you would have told me" he said.  I never played golf with him again.

I've shared that story with my four daughters a couple times when telling them that the best way to affect change is to live it.  It therefore would come as no surprise to them that I answered “yes” when Stonewall asked if I’d hire someone from the LGBTQ community. 

All that matters to me is a person’s competency to do the job.  I could care less what they do on their own time or who they do it with, as long as no one is being harmed or compelled to participate against their will.

And that is part of the reason I said I did not support the “Equality Act.”

I’ve no doubt that gender dysphoria is a real thing.  To the extent it affects children, it’s yet another affliction that makes me ache for them.  Having biological boys compete directly with biological girls in sports however, is not the answer.

There’s more to it than that though.  There’s a violation of free will, and freedom of association. 

I reminded my girls of when they participated in “pee wee” sports: soccer, t-ball, tae kwon do, etc.  During those days, playing co-ed is common.  The playing field is fairly even.

When puberty hits, boys experience a testosterone boost that infuses them with physical advantages.  That’s generally when sports leagues start to split between gender, or biological differences if you will.

If the criteria of a boys or girls sports league includes a requirement that participants’ biological sex match that of the league, that’s their call. 

If they eventually change those conditions, fine.  If not, so be it. 

Just like any other demographic group in a free society, transgender folks or parents thereof, are free to create their own league.  To compel existing organizations to change their ways is fundamentally wrong. 

Too often however, when confronted with such a situation, we fall prey to the buzzards circling above that take human form as sue-happy lawyers and power-hungry politicians.  These vultures are on a constant lookout for opportunities to get quick, cheap riches and notoriety.

Going this route only breeds resentment amongst nearly all involved, except of course the aforementioned predators.
 
We’ve made great strides regarding equal treatment of the LGBTQ community.  Granted, my view is largely informed by my daughters’ actions.  It’s heartening to see that who they choose as friends isn’t determined by such inconsequential characteristics. 
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It certainly didn’t take requiring The Village Station to admit straight people like their old man to change hearts and minds. 

​​As a record chill descended on our city last week, a chill of a different kind from almost a year ago came to mind. It’s the one that compelled me to run for city council this spring.

Ever since I started following politics, I’ve been drawn to the national scene. It’s easy to be. It’s in the news everywhere: from Victoria, Texas where I was born and raised, to Dallas where I spent most of the 1990s, to here, where I’ve been for all but a couple months of this century.

I’ve been fascinated by the effect the national government could have on society as a whole, and the economy in particular. If I wasn’t studying at UTSA’s graduate school, I was reading the writings of the Founding Fathers.

Some friends and family suggested back then that I run for office on the local level, but that wasn’t where my head was at.

Plus, I didn’t want to simply learn how to government, making a career out of politics. The self-serving nature of following such a path detracts from what public service should be about.

Instead, I turned to teaching. That was the kind of grassroots effort I could totally engage in, and feel like I was having an impact.

Then last year happened, and my perspective changed. It numbed me to see all the empty parking lots whenever I was on the road.

There’s no denying that the coronavirus threw everyone for a loop. State and local leaders could almost be forgiven for acting as forcefully as they did early on, trying to wrap their heads around the sudden shock.

But that inclination should have bounced away with the Easter Bunny a month later.

To strip the capacity of citizens to take responsibility for whether or not to peaceably gather, to any extent, is at the very least a highly questionable endeavor. To have the power to fine families for getting together is obscene.

We’re not children.

As I perused the city council’s recent agendas to see the extent to which these breaches were condoned, I stumbled onto some other questionable activities. The first one that grabbed my attention was the paid sick leave commission.

An effort should be made to amend the city’s charter to prevent any other such measure from becoming law.

This could be done by either increasing the threshold of voters’ signatures required to put an ordinance before the city council. Or, more preferably, inserting language to make clear that commandeering the resources of one party to redistribute to another is off-limits.

The seizure of the property of the minority should never be subject to the whims of the majority.

This proposed change to the charter stands opposite in nature to the ballot initiative recently passed by the council to “include affordable housing” as that which can be funded by bond borrowing.

One councilwoman implied that it’s more important for government to be in the housing industry than to fix roads. I respectfully disagree.  Local governance is arguably more duty-bound to smooth out "dirt roads" than build houses.

The more government intrudes into private life, the more it impedes our ability to flourish. It rarely offers optimal products and services, and it gives consumers the illusion that this is as good as it gets.

The fact that the city wants to do this by shackling our kids with an ever-growing debt burden is especially disheartening.

I confess that when I started tuning into politics, I felt that as long as the federal government backed off from “doing something,” localities could take it from there. It was consistent with the system of federalism the Founding Fathers graced us with.

Since then, I’ve come to know better.

Settling in San Antonio over twenty years ago was almost like coming full circle.  All the television stations were piped into Victoria when I was growing up, and I vividly remember Chris Marrou, Albert Flores and the legendary Dan Cook on KENS5’s nightly newscasts. 

We also had friends and family here that we would visit, including my late uncle Jake Inselmann, who was city clerk in the 1960s and 1970s.

I pledge to do my best to facilitate the continued delivery of basic municipal services to the citizens of district six, and San Antonio overall. I will stand up however, against any and all proposals that essentially keep citizens under the thumb of dependency, preventing them from maximizing their ability to prosper.
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Chris

As a record chill descended on our city last week, a chill of a different kind from almost a year ago came to mind. It’s the one that compelled me to run for city council this spring.

Ever since I started following politics, I’ve been drawn to the national scene. It’s easy to be. It’s in the news everywhere: from Victoria, Texas where I was born and raised, to Dallas where I spent most of the 1990s, to here, where I’ve been for all but a couple months of this century.

I’ve been fascinated by the effect the national government could have on society as a whole, and the economy in particular. If I wasn’t studying at UTSA’s graduate school, I was reading the writings of the Founding Fathers.

Some friends and family suggested back then that I run for office on the local level, but that wasn’t where my head was at.

Plus, I didn’t want to simply learn how to government, making a career out of politics. The self-serving nature of following such a path detracts from what public service should be about.

Instead, I turned to teaching. That was the kind of grassroots effort I could totally engage in, and feel like I was having an impact.

Then last year happened, and my perspective changed. It numbed me to see all the empty parking lots whenever I was on the road.

There’s no denying that the coronavirus threw everyone for a loop. State and local leaders could almost be forgiven for acting as forcefully as they did early on, trying to wrap their heads around the sudden shock.

But that inclination should have bounced away with the Easter Bunny a month later.

To strip the capacity of citizens to take responsibility for whether or not to peaceably gather, to any extent, is at the very least a highly questionable endeavor. To have the power to fine families for getting together is obscene.

We’re not children.

As I perused the city council’s recent agendas to see the extent to which these breaches were condoned, I stumbled onto some other questionable activities. The first one that grabbed my attention was the paid sick leave commission.

An effort should be made to amend the city’s charter to prevent any other such measure from becoming law.

This could be done by either increasing the threshold of voters’ signatures required to put an ordinance before the city council. Or, more preferably, inserting language to make clear that commandeering the resources of one party to redistribute to another is off-limits.

The seizure of the property of the minority should never be subject to the whims of the majority.

This proposed change to the charter stands opposite in nature to the ballot initiative recently passed by the council to “include affordable housing” as that which can be funded by bond borrowing.

One councilwoman implied that it’s more important for government to be in the housing industry than to fix roads. I respectfully disagree.  Local governance is arguably more duty-bound to smooth out "dirt roads" than build houses.

The more government intrudes into private life, the more it impedes our ability to flourish. It rarely offers optimal products and services, and it gives consumers the illusion that this is as good as it gets.

The fact that the city wants to do this by shackling our kids with an ever-growing debt burden is especially disheartening.

I confess that when I started tuning into politics, I felt that as long as the federal government backed off from “doing something,” localities could take it from there. It was consistent with the system of federalism the Founding Fathers graced us with.

Since then, I’ve come to know better.

Settling in San Antonio over twenty years ago was almost like coming full circle.  All the television stations were piped into Victoria when I was growing up, and I vividly remember Chris Marrou, Albert Flores and the legendary Dan Cook on KENS5’s nightly newscasts. 

We also had friends and family here that we would visit, including my late uncle Jake Inselmann, who was city clerk in the 1960s and 1970s.

I pledge to do my best to facilitate the continued delivery of basic municipal services to the citizens of district six, and San Antonio overall. I will stand up however, against any and all proposals that essentially keep citizens under the thumb of dependency, preventing them from maximizing their ability to prosper.
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Regards,
Chris

I was born and raised in Victoria, TX, where I graduated as a Stingaree from Victoria High School in 1990.  A couple years later I moved to the Dallas area.  During that time I earned a bachelors in accounting from UT-Dallas and met the mother of my four beautiful, brainiac teenage/near-teen daughters.  We moved to San Antonio in April 2000.

I worked for Tesoro Corporation (later Andeavor and Marathon) from 2000-2007, and then Pioneer Energy Services, where I have been since January 2008, handling the fixed assets systems on the financial side.  During my time at Tesoro, I earned a masters in economics from UTSA in 2006. 

After starting off in the spring semester of 2014 at my alma mater, I've been teaching economics during the evenings at Northwest Vista College (part of the Alamo Colleges District) since the fall of that year. 

I am the lucky husband of a diligent, focused wife, to whom I've been married almost four years.  My oldest daughter, the first assistant drum major in the Warrior band, is set to graduate Warren High School with honors in June.  Her next oldest sister is a sophomore there, where she's on the varsity color guard squad.  

She will be joined at Warren next year by her next youngest sister, who was recently recognized as the top 8th grade student at Jordan Middle School.  And that is where the youngest of the bunch, currently a 5th grader at Raba Elementary, will matriculate next year to carry on the sibling legacy of academic excellence.  

When I'm not hanging out with my wife and girls, or running them around to their various school-related activities or otherwise, I like to freelance write for various publications, most often RealClearMarkets, The American Spectator, Mises Institute/Wire and the San Antonio Express-News.

When I put my brain on total pause, I like to read, listen to heavy metal, watch the "Great British Baking Show" or play my bass guitar.