It’s difficult not to like Dan Stroncak. Aggrieved homeowner. Crusader against street prostitution and unlicensed pot shops. On Saturday he brought his kamikaze run for City Council to Fatburger on Roscoe Blvd, for a meet-and-greet. His heart bled for the Valley. He worked himself into outrage at the petty tyrannies and corruption of the city bureaucracy. If elected, he vowed to camp out at the Building Department personally to see to it permits in his district were expedited. He was the earnest, young Willie Stark in All The Kings Men, before he got wised up. The irony being Willie was an unwitting tool of the party establishment, hand-picked to divide the hick vote and keep the incumbent in power, and Dan is quite the other thing. He’s running against a pair of machine-backed Latinas who moved into Los Angeles within the past year, solely to succeed Tony Cardenas in District 6, and who have been biding their time serving on state boards collecting six figure salaries for once-a month meetings. They have campaign money. He does not.
Like I said, it’s hard not to like the guy. He speaks without the platitudes and banal catchphrases one is used to from the mayoral candidates. There’s only one problem. He’s not actually on the ballot. Five hundred signatures are required for ballot placement. Of the 600 he submitted, one hundred and four were rejected by election officials as having signatures not matching addresses on voter records. So he’s four short of qualifying. Make of that what you will. He asks folks to write his name in.
**UPDATE** Dan demurred at my characterization of him as an ‘angry man’: