Watching City Hall #328, (11-7-04)
“I got a bad feeling about this one, Vern.”
Tomorrow: That’s 11-8-04. 9:00am. Room 101 at 850 Bryant.
Case: SF Police Officers Association vs. SF Bulldog (h.brown)
For the Prosecution: Gary Delagnes
For the Defense: Matt Gonzalez
That’s the truth of the matter, folks. I have a very uncomfortable feeling that this will only be the first of many such bouts (or worse, the second to last). We’re in a situation at every level of government in which information is being censored and restricted. My little bittie Bulldog has become a threat to the local Molloch and had to be muzzled. Within minutes of the time I put up my column describing my election night assault and arrest by the SFPD (on the stairs of City Hall, for God’s sake and in front of witnesses) … within minutes, my carrier’s site (ludd.net) had been hacked and shut down. That’s 2 days ago and some pretty talented geeks still can’t revive poor baby. Regrettably, all of your addresses and much of my data are there. Please pass the column along as possible to fellow readers. I want to thank all of you who wrote and offered every variety of support upon learning of my plight. To those of you who couldn’t get through, thanks and please try again. Meanwhile, I’m told that Donald Fisher phoned Phil Matier and set up a meet at which Matier agreed to do a piece in the Sunday Chron denigrating me personally (I thought I had the corner on that market) … and preparing the public for anything that might happen to me (it will be my fault) the next time the cops attack me.
Thus far, the Bulldog site (sfbulldog.com) has not been attacked. I’m using alternative routes to post and will hopefully, still be able to communicate with you.
Assassination is a possibility
I could actually get killed here. Many friends have warned me many times that repeated attacks upon the likes of Warren Hellman and Donald Fisher could get me wasted. People who know him say that Fisher is the one to worry about. I’ve been told by people who have been tortured and imprisoned by dictatorships that only my itinerant lifestyle has saved me thus far. … In jail, they’ll know where I am at every moment. That could be a problem.
If I am locked up tomorrow, I’ve asked Matt to try and get me placed in some kind of isolation. He doesn’t really take it very seriously. I am, after all, the resident paranoid of the Left. He thinks we’ll be able to get the charges dismissed and I’ll walk out free. … I hope he’s right, but it wouldn’t surprise me a bit if some excuse is found to lock me up again while they either formulate or execute a plan to shut me up for good.
Other than that, things have been fine
Our first IRV/RCV election was completed as quickly as any regular election. With no runoff! That’s why there’s been (and, remains) opposition to the process. Runoffs make money for consultants and printers and newspapers and …oddly, they favor the candidate with the most money (Downtown regularly endows their candidates witness Heather Hiles gives them 10X the money their opponents on the Left are able to raise) … so, IRV gave us winners in every single supervisor fiefdom who each and every one, got more votes than the winning supervisors in 2000. Congratulations to Professor Steven Hill and his cohort, Caleb Klepner and the thousands and thousands of you who made this happen.
Peskin up Shit Creek for Board Presidency
Aaron Peskin would make the best new President of the San Francisco Board of Supervisors. … Unfortunately, that ain’t gonna happen. Naw, by re-electing Progressive turncoat, Tom Ammiano in District 9 this week, voters provided the ‘new Leeland Yee’ the leverage to return himself to the top spot on the podium.
Progressives will be looking at a 5-5 tie vote for the most important vote any of them make while in office. Ammiano will be the swing vote and he’s set to vote for Bevan Dufty (who’s taken him as a date to numerous ribbon cuttings and shovel turnings over the last couple of months) … Bottom line is this:
Ammiano campaigned for Heather Hiles
That’s like wearing a swastika in temple. He let you know where he stands. This son of a bitch ain’t your father’s Ammiano. Only options to having him toss his final insulting slap of the velvet gloves across the face of the people what brought him to the dance … only thing to keep him from voting for Dufty is if Peskin will give his support to Uncle Tom as Board President … there’s one more option …
That would be for Peskin to buy a yacht for Sophie Maxwell sometime between now and the vote for Board President (figure of speech she ain’t for sale, but Peskin better start courting Maxwell). … Again, Aaron … love your resume, boy, but, … well, … start thinking about running against Gavin in 2008. Yep, the vindictive Queen is in the driver’s seat and it looks like a rough ride. Only Sophie can save all of the reforms the 2000 Progressive slate accomplished over the last 4 years. You can cross your fingers but I do not advise that you hold your breath.
One more Matt’s Artists’ show
Lord, I love women. … Tall ones. Short ones. And in between. … Fat ones. Skinny ones. And in between. … Smart ones. Dumb ones. And in between. … Left wing. Right wing. And in between.
The Gonzalez art shows of the past couple of years have been the best showcase on earth of the kind of women who start, sustain and complete revolutions. There have probably been some guys at these 1st Friday, City Hall celebrations but I never noticed. Alas, only one show remains. Let me give you a small picture of Friday’s second-to-last show.
Felix McNee was the artist (show will be up all month). Felix is a combo of an old Rembrandt and a young Picasso. But, even if Michelangelo is showing, the art is secondary.
Night belonged to Steven Hill
An hour into the show, we found that we had an official new supervisor (come January) in District #5. It was the only change in the present composition of the Board and the people in Matt’s office, drinking his wine (which changed magically to tequila after the announcement) … they’d made it happen that the newest member of the Board of Supervisors would be Ross Mirkarimi, for whom we’d all campaigned.
Of course Ross immediately showed up. With a smiling Gonzalez looking on, he worked his way through the crowd accepting congratulations. Tony Hall was there to shake his hand. As was Mike Farrah, Gavin’s Chief of Staff. Rich Hillis from the Mayor’s Office of Economic Development stopped for a moment and City Attorney, Dennis Herrera stayed longer.
… Let me say something here. … All of these powerful people don’t come to Matt’s looking for anything. Many of them would rather no one knew that they’re into Gonzo’s crowd. They come because the parties are fun and the people are unique and beautiful and the art is excellent. There’s no dancing. When there is any music at all, you can barely hear it. … Naw, it’s the raw energy that radiates from the individuals in the crowd themselves that draws people with similar auras.
But, the night belonged to Steven Hill (‘How to Fix Elections’) and his IRV crew. That and the woman I proposed to online when she said she was going to be deported (not bad looking at all) … there was the beauty with the ‘Laurel Wellman’ pointed shoes who makes me stutter to look at her and … there was my buddy, Anthony Faber who had just won cuz Alex Clemens’ Usual Suspects contest as the best political prognosticator of the year … Daniele, the artist holding my computer (a bribe from Walter Wong) … button-holed Gonzalez and told me she might refuse to return my machine (she’d fallen in love with the 2k photos of Matt’s last campaign that are my screensaver gift from Matt Fitt) … Nikcole Walters (she did the first book on the Mattpaign) was there in all of her yoga-splendor. Charles Kalish couldn’t say ‘no’ to a scene with him standing 3rd from the left of the saviour … Mark Sanchez leveled a strong gaze and nod in my direction … Windy Chien’s leotard took my breath away … Marc Salomon, John Dunbar, Boris Delapene, Andy & Simon & Richard Marquez who combined with Campaign Manager, Nicole Derse to send Mirkarimi to da Dome.
Doctors and artists and dancers. Hookers and hooked. The mighty and the powerless. Predator and prey. … The Gonzalez crowd.
I abhor bullies
Phil Matier is a piece of shit. He regularly spins lies in his column and in his other media presentations by presenting only the Downtown side of an issue or, in my case, of a personality. … Phil’s masters want his readers to think I’m just another drunk who fell and hit his head against a concrete wall while resisting arrest. Matier laid the groundwork for such a defense in his column today. Much as I hate the likes of Alex Fagan Jr. and Jack Santos Jr. (sons of SF police chiefs who are sadistic barbarians Santos Jr. is the cop who attacked me) … much as I hate them, Phil Matier is far worse cause he knows better. He realizes he’s endangering my life, but he doesn’t care. He’s painted me as a drunken buffoon in order to endanger my life. He’s paid to do whit like that and he does it gleefully. Lest he succeed, let me tell you who I am.
I am h. brown
I was born in City Hospital # 1 in downtown St. Louis, Missouri and grew up in the projects. My older sisters went to the nursing school at the hospital where we were all born and I watched the ambulances roar in and out of the emergency room for all of the early years of my life dreaming of the day when I’d become an ambulance driver myself. Or, a cop. Or even (if God really loved me) or even, a fireman. … I entered the U.S. Navy in 1962 and rose as quickly as the rules allowed through their ranks for my 3 year enlistment. I completed my tour and went into the reserves in June of ’65 with a rank of second class petty officer. I held a Secret clearance. I held an Top Secret clearance. I held a Hi Com clearance (I could decipher messages to command staff). I held a Cosmic Top Secret (I could decipher Nato material) clearance. I was once arrested and detained by the Moroccan military as a U.S. spy.
I became a political radical after exiting the Navy in 1965. In succeeding years, I coached, drove a school bus, spent 5 years as a firefighter and 5 as a special education teacher. For almost 50 years, I’ve never thought of myself. I’ve earned virtually no income as I moved from minimal income job to job, managed rental property and traded labor for living space. My cause and goal have always been the betterment of mankind and, as such, And, I wrote. And, I wrote. I’ve spent a lifetime battling everything from nuclear weapons, to the Donald Fishers and Walter Hellmans of this planet.
In short, I am the real deal. I’m a brilliant, devoted and selfless devotee of every Left Wing cause from Women’s Choice to IRV. I hate tasteless billionaires who spend and bully their way into control of every public office and institution and attempt to privatize every public space. I am fully dedicated to opposing their greedy asses as long as I am alive.
At present Walter Hellman has taken control of Golden Gate Park. His lawyers have twisted an electoral mandate from 1998 in a diabolical 180 degree manipulation that has the public paying for a garage he promised for free (with him still in control) … a garage with entrances inside the park as prohibited by the proposition … he is in the process of appointing a Chief Financial Officer (whom HE will pay) to oversee the billion or so a year that the SFUSD controls. His people control the Zoo and the Opera. They control the Art museums and the golf courses. They run the Veterans building (they put VFW posts 3 to a room, while giving the bluebloods entire floors) … Warren is a giant asshole. But, for some reason, he resents being portrayed as such. … Go figure.
But, enough about me
The Giants kept Grissom and Tomko. Jason Schmidt and Bonds got their due as the best at their spots in the lineup. Eric Allen is back to posting at Joefire.com. Hiles is probably beaten (unless Arntz can pull another 50k fake absentee ballots out of his kazoo). Peskin ‘could’ be Board President. Gonzalez is considering interesting options for the future. My new social worker (Tataneka Thibeaux, M.S.) is trying to get me proper reading glasses and a permanent SRO placement. … Yeah, it could be worse. … I could be 18 years old and unemployed. Getting ready to join the Army as a last resort. And, … going to Iraq to die for Texas oil men. … I’ll take my chances with Phil Matier. (See you in court?)
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