Watching City Hall #475

Watching Krissy run for Kongress XVII
(9-22-06)
“I don’t care about politics, I just want a good fuck tonight.”
(late arriving guest at Josh Wolf ‘Crash Club’ benefit)
God damn it’s been sexy around here the last few days. I’m used to shocking people and here they go shocking me. What’s up with that?
Josh turned down the offer and boy did this chick get pissed. “You spoiled my evening!!” the (quite beautiful and fabulously built - her ass was a’12′ on a scale of ‘10′) … she yelled at me as she sped away on her bike. Let’s see, I neglected to do the old ‘who, what, where, when and why’ didn’t I? OK, OK, let’s go back to that.
Anarachist and front-line trooper, Josh Wolf is going back to prison today because he refused to be a tool of the federal government in it’s campaign against all anti-war and anti-globalization activists. A group of alternative journalists and their friends (70 at Dance Mission last month and 63 at Crash last night) have informally banded to toss a monthly event to pay rent, basics - commissary and the like while our boys are away in prison - and, much as possible on legal fees) … we joined to support Josh and other lefty media types who get busted by the man) who has has stepped up censorship, arrests, imprisonment and dirty looks on all fronts as the election that will remove Nancy Pelosi from Kongress and confound the world looms some 46 days in the distance. The From Code Pink (see the pic of the steroid-loaded cop pulling a sign that simply said ‘No War’ off a demonstrator on Golden Gate Bridge?) … from Code Pink to Josh, to hacking the Bay Guardian and SF BayView to (you ain’t gonna believe this) … to me! Yeah, some polyamorous (that’s all I could find on her Google) woman down at the Redstone building, tried to get my internet provider to dump me (my people are the real deal and not a bunch of Brandeis grad posseurs and told her: “We run a kind of pirate ship.”) they told her that when she attacked me for protesting the lock-out of a production team broadcasting anti-Pelosi and pro-Daly shows.
Now, I like the ‘polyamorous’ thing. Even though, I don’t know what it means. I’m suspecting that the chick at the Redstone building and the chick at Terrance Allen’s ‘Crush Club’ (check it out at 34 Mason if you are hot, hot, hot to trot - fabulous and clean-lined decor, like totally set up for suds and foam parties and the like - on 2 stories, great sound systems) … could actually be the same person.
Where was I? … Oh yeah, so here I am reading Pat Murphy’s endorsement of Chris Daly (Murphy’s a thieving prick - stole Luke Thomas’ 50% purchase of the Sentinel, plus Thomas’ earned increased value of the site) … so, here I am reading Murphy’s Sentinel piece saying that Daly will win in #6 because he has “fire in the belly”? - Murphy’s interests are a bit south of there) … I’m playing this back to Daly who is a speaker (along with Bruce Brugmann - who has replaced Matt Gonzalez as my top local hero - cause Bruce is the only major media figure who has put his publication behind all of us … free-lance, unpaid, ideology driven dreamers) … I’m asking Daly what he thinks of the semi-endorsement from Murphy and he just laughs his ass off. While, Luke Thomas (whose support of Daly enraged Walter Shorenstein - Daly has the audacity to make deals negotiating pieces of the development pie for his poorest constituents with other major D-6 developers - enraged him to such a degree that he ordered Thomas removed at whatever cost through the manipulations of his underlings and advisers, Nate Nayman and David Latterman). Nayman and Shorenstein haven’t properly factored in just how insane Pat Murphy actually is and they must be scratching their heads now and figuring out how to remove his.
You following this shit?
Well, welcome to my world. People keep asking why I put out so few columns and this is the reason. I’ve been so busy taking notes for the novel (’Brown Knows’) that I haven’t had the time. It just flows and flows around here. The Shorenstein cabal has kicked up the ante all around and networks are being hacked and publications destroyed and radical radio crews are being locked-out and they even a low-maintenance guy like me has had cuts to services and funds and denial of Social Security (Pelosi’s office basically told me to fuck-off when I asked for help in cutting local SS red tape - they don’t believe I’m really 62? - what is this, some fuckin’ carnival ‘Guess your age’ booth?) … oh, there’s more … lots more. There’s Gavin being towed to New York like some bitch, Polk street chicken by Shorenstein who bought two seats at the 50 head event featuring blood-suckers ranging from Rupert Murdoch to Colin Powell (another Uncle Tom, Republican punk).
So, Gavin (”Whats ever youse saiz, massah Shorenstein.”) Newsom gets a free trip to New Yawk where he introduces his new mentor and guide to the SF press contingent. The gentleman tells the secret of how to get poor people out of a city’s parks:
“You can’t really kick them out but
we can get them to sit up and keep
their places tidy … Really, the more
beaufitful you make it, the less they
want to be around.”
(morning Vega quote from Douglas Blonsky)
Poor people don’t like beauty? Poor people want to be homeless and filthy? That kind of thinking is one step from Soylent Green and dog food. And, Newsom embraces it!?! Even Jake McGoldrick saw through that one. He told Chron reporters, Charlie (is he really related to the Gettys?) Goodyear and Cecilia (don’t tell me that ain’t the publisher’s daughter) Vega:
“When you want to keep your approval
rating up, you go roust the homeless.”
Odds and ends and odd ends
The Chronicle’s ‘Krispy-Kreme’ level, ‘investigative’ (?) reporters, Mark Fainaru-Wada and Lance Williams stood ‘bravely’ (?) behind the protective screen of a multi-million dollar defense team (paid in advance) and a mega billion dollar cabal congromerate and talked about their own personal courage and the sacrifices they made while going through Barry Bonds’ garbage cans. Oh yeah, these guys are just the kind of people you want to lionize as guardians of a free press.
So, Bronstein give the ‘Krispy’ critters, 3 pages this morning with banner front page headlines, a half dozen reporters, a sketch artist, couple of photographers and pays dozens of reporters from their other publications to pack the courtroom …
If these reporters were genuine, they’d be telling us that they are embarassed at all the attention they are getting for NOT going to prison while Josh Wolf, who truly represents the spirit of investigative journalism (have you seen his video where he had to dodge gun waving cops and streams of black clad and bandana’d anarchist to bring the story to you?) … while Josh, who does that … is entering prison on the same day as their Heast media spectacular … and Bronstein doesn’t give Josh a mother-fucking line. Did they say that? Fuck no. They just basked in the idolation of other indolent sychophants and were solemn and somehow … humble?
Wada and Williams aren’t heros. They are self-aggrandizing parasites sapping a giant black athlete in hopes of making money from a novel proving he’s human. While Wolf is risking his very life filming kids who are fighting for the survival of the poor across the entire face of the earth, these pricks (not a single reporter from the Chron, Examiner or SF Weekly either) … while these dickheads refuse to attend or financially support an event for Josh (yeah, they were invited but chose to not even reply - same thing last month at first event we had when Josh was in prison for the first time).
Who was there?
63 people. About even along gender lines. I stood on an upper staircase and watched them as host Julian Davis introduced Brugmann first, then a lineup (who danced to DJ Superchill - aka Chuck Gonzalez) … lineup that included Kevin Epps (our local ‘Spike Lee’ who made ‘Straight Out of Hunters’ Point’), Sarah Olson (she’s refused to hand over her notes of talks with the Army officer who refused to go to Iraq), Ross Mirkarimi and Chris Daly …
Frank Chieu was there with his famous ‘12 Galaxies’ sign as were a bevy of local political candidates ranging from the voluptuous, Krissy Keefer, to the stunning Jane Kim and Ed Jew with campaign manager, Doug Comstock … Oliver Davis, Julian’s brother gathered a crowd of mixed-orientation to gaze in wonder (hey, I’m straight but this guy has it all), … our own Bulldog’s Alexandra Jones was there along with Kimberly Xonk and Susan King and Sue Vaughan and Rich Wolfe and Jeff Webb and David Tornheim and Marc Salomon and Kathy Roberts and Andy Blue and Vicki Leidner and hubby, John …
I counted 40 of the crowd as online journalists (like Josh). Sole publisher/editor-in-chief/photographer, Luke Thomas got everyone’s best angle. Others (check Jeff Webb’s stuff) did videos and shot stills and scribbled notes.
Let’s bottom-line this. Even Richard Nixon respected the press. I mean, shit, he could have tossed Woodward and Bernstein in prison until they gave up Deepthroat but he didn’t. He knew people wouldn’t stand for an attack upon a free press. The times, they are uh, … different. As a nation we have become numb and disoriented. We don’t realize the difference between hack sports reporters dealing with gossip and serious investigative journalists anymore. Josh’s mom, Liz Spada-Wolf is a third grade teacher in San Diego and she says the Southern California press is writing nothing about Josh’s case. But, oh, they’re covering the Barry Bonds steroid whoop-ta-doo. Tim Redmond was right. The voice of the major press has narrowed through consolidation and it speaks sensationalism and sex on its front pages and relegates revolutions to buried paragraphs deep in their publications or, most usually, ignores them completely. What has this done to the American people? Well, at least, they have come to speak with one loud voice and you heard it at the top of this piece:
“I don’t care about politics, I just want a good fuck tonight.”
Salon starts in an hour.
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