Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Random Strangers Commend Zuma Dogg For Being "The Greatest" Even Though I Walk The Boulevard of Homeless Broken Dreams

August 1, 2009 is the NINE (9) Year Anniversary since the FIRST "The Zuma Dogg Show" aired on the public access cable channel in Los Angeles and Ventura Counties.

And over the past nine years, I have felt the momentum build across Southern California as more and more people eventually ended up catching my show through random channel surfs, amongst the hundreds of channels of highly produced and promoted shows and blockbusters that my show was competing against.

But MAN, after the comments from a couple people today...something MUST be going on out there behind ZD's back that even I don't know about. Cause today's feedback is weighing pretty heavy on me.

I know what I am about to say will come of as nauseating self-accolades...but again, as I have said before...these days, ZD is more thinking, "Wow, I'm hungry and my neck and back hurts from sleeping on the street and I'm sleep deprived and council is cracking down on me and all the bitterness of it all."

But it's the Dicken's-like messages from random people like the ones who contacted me today that blow me back and makes me wonder like Robert Plant what the hell is going on and HOW can I be this down and out and dejected???

So this stuff really messes with my head. (The two examples from today I am going to tell.) But at the end of the day, it truly is the fuel that motivates me to head down to city hall for one more public comment:

When I stepped out of the car today, and onto the sidewalk Downtown in the Little Tokyo area, I didn't walk half a block before a guy starts walking toward me...I'm thinking, "He's gonna ask me for some change." And he sticks his hand out, to shake my hand...and I am thinking this stranger who I have never met, who is walking Downtown is about to ask me for change. So I always like to help out, even though I am pretty broke, so I start to think, "How much do I have?" Hoping to at least have a few bucks where I could at least give HIM some change.

And he immediately says, "I really commend you for what you do at City Hall. You and Matt Dowd." And he goes on. He told me he was a pastor and lived in the area. WHAT A BLESSING ON MY WAY WALKING TO THE COUNCIL MEETING. Cause I was pretty pissed off over the $30 million loan to the circus and the code of conduct (public comment rules) that was on the agenda today. So I wasn't expecting something like that. AND IT HELPED. NOT OUT OF EGO...but because DAMN...when people stop you on the street to tell you that at random...IT TAKES SOME OF THE BITTERNESS OUT OF THE WALK TO CHAMBERS.

And just now my phone rings, and as I am still waiting to hear from the clerk's office to see if my signatures verified, so I picked it up hoping it was the city clerks office. But it was the voice of a random caller who said, "Zuma Dogg?" I say, "Yeah." (In my Dr. Dre voice.) He says, "I'm from Dennis the Mennis's District in Woodland Hills and I just want to say you are the greatest! It is such an honor and privilege to speak with you, finally. You are the greatest. (Dion O'Connell would have call this person out of order for "repetitiveness" over the term, "the greatest." He added that he never used to watch the boring council meetings, but now he tunes in, just to see Zuma Dogg (and again, Matt Dowd got a mention, too!)

THESE PEOPLE REALLY GO ON ABOUT ZUMA DOGG. Which if you are TRULY my friend and supporter then you are laughing now, because I know, if you are someone who knows me personally now, and has gone behind the curtain and knows "Dave" now, YOU ARE PROBABLY SAYING, "Yeah, ZD is no picnic once you get to know him. RUN THE OTHER WAY, NOW before it's too late." (LOL!)

AND TO THE HATERS WHO THIS IS MAKING THEIR HEAD EXPLODE: You and me BOTH have to remember how people are really paying attention out there and even though I'm just the most miserable person in almost every way...when it comes to the energy I am putting out there as a public comment speaker...it must really be something. I feel very regular, nothing special...no magic powers...as non-descript as anyone has ever been. What's the big deal? But people sure are attatching meaning to what I do.

Meanwhile, you would think if there was all this energy out there, with people saying this stuff to me...especially the random strangers on the street...that there would be SOME paid niche I would fall into?

NOT A SINGLE FUCKING EMPLOYER IN THE MEDIA OR CITY HAS EVER THOUGHT THERE IS VALUE TO ZUMA DOGG AT A PAID LEVEL? Y'all better take ya head out ya ass and do some market research. Doesn't your job depend on it? I don't care who you represent, or who your client is, or who you have on your staff...THEY DO NOT HEAR WHAT I HEAR FROM YOUR PUBLIC.

IT'S FUCKING HUGE.

MY CELL PHONE BATTERY RAN OUT LISTENING TO SOMEONE TELL ME HOW GREAT I AM AND WHAT AN HONOR AND PRIVILEGE IT IS TO TALK TO ME.

A STRANGER ON THE DOWNTOWN STREETS TELLS ME HE IS A PASTOR AND COMMENDS ME FOR MY ACTIVITIES AT CITY HALL.

YOU COULDN'T BUY IT FOR ALL THE SEIU MONEY IN THE CITY!

Click here for today's public comment on City Council's new "Rules of Decorum" and more. (Nothing special, and just ONE public comment...had to go before they got to the agenda items I had cards in for.)

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