And this wasn’t even all that late at night, on McAllister in the so-called Alamo Square Historic District, which is what real estate-obsessed white people call their part of the Western Addition.
I’ve never seen this!
Dude just double parks his ride on McAllister inbound and then tips over a green bin of aluminum cans and bottles into a garbage bag.
And then yet another load goes into the back, thusly. A victimless crime?
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(And I says to him, I says, “Get your Robin Hood on – put some pressure on The Man.”)
In other news, the Recology monopoly wants to raise its rates like 50% or something. (Oh not now, you’ll wait until next year to raise rates 50%? OK fine.)
Do other towns in the bay area have garbage monopolies the way Recology has fixed things in San Francisco?
“Bucchere was going far too fast, but he may have run a very late yellow rather than a red, a mistake made worse because of the pedestrians entering the crosswalk very early. Everyone was being too aggressive in their commuting, but Bucchere’s aggressiveness held the highest risk for others.”
And here’s some more:
“The case interested me because press reports indicated that data from Bucchere’s Strava account — an app that bikers can use to track their rides — had been used to show how fast he had been going and to prove he had ignored stop signs. District Attorney George Gascón told me the Strava data was part of the reason the city had decided to bring such severe charges against Bucchere. ‘It implies he was trying to compete with himself,‘ Gascón said. Bucchere’s online comments also played a role. ‘His helmet was more important than a human being.’”
Take a look for yourself, read the whole thing. And then decide if the prosecution of Chris Bucchere has anything to do with a so-called “lynch mob.”
And for all you StreetsBlogSF fans out there, ask yourself this:
“466. Every person having upon him or her in his or her possession a picklock, crow, keybit, crowbar, screwdriver, vise grip pliers, water-pump pliers, slidehammer, slim jim, tension bar, lock pick gun, tubular lock pick, bump key, floor-safe door puller, master key, ceramic or porcelain spark plug chips or pieces, or other instrument or tool with intent feloniously to break or enter into…”
Hanging out at 7th and Market in front of the check-cashing place in the heart of San Francisco’s corrupt Twitterloin / “Uptown” Tenderloin.
Good times:
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Now I’ll tell you, there will come a time when fencing an iPhone will become less lucrative. You know, the way it’s becoming in New York City. (Right? ‘Cause if you all can’t actually use the iPhone you just bought off of craigslist for cheap, then you all will stop buying them and that will be the end of the bulk of the stolen iPhone market.)
If only SFGov and the SFPD were so “innovative.”
But remember, appointed Mayor “Ed Lee Get’s It Done,” unless he doesn’t, as in this case.
Yes, everything that ever happens in your life has to do with your ethnic heritage, apparently.
That’s the conclusion you might come to after reading this tale from area attorney Rodel Rodis. It started up ten years ago and ended up involving a former Assistant City Attorney by the name of Scott Wiener.
All right, Rodel, the SFPD took you into a station after thinking you were trying to pass a fake $100 bill, but actually it was real, so look sad, come on, sadder, sadder, cleek:
And I’ll tell you, if you ever find me with a $100 bill, I’ll know exactly where I got it from.
And you’d think somebody could have entered the phrase “1985 $100 bill” into the Google earlier in this process, back in the day, but oh well. (And IRL, a teller supervisor at a bank in the pre-Internet era could examine a bill and then contact the feds in a New York minute, you know, to check the serial number.)
And if Walgreens ever sends me a giant bouquet to turn my frown upside-down, I’d tell them they should have simply handed over the bouquet money directly to me.
But, In mitigation, you went to the former New College of Law and then, unlike most of its graduates*, you passed the CA bar exam. So good on you. Srsly.
And you escaped the college board before City College came crashing down, so that was a good move as well.
All right, let’s look forward to this incident’s 20th anniversary in 2023, when we’ll surely hear this tale again…
*Such as your fellow area minor celebrity, the ivory-white “Ivory Madison.”
Check it, naive Oberlin grad Karin Drucker sends out a Valentine to the SFMTA MUNI DPT right here, in corrupt Randy Shaw’s corrupt, government-subsidized Beyond Chron blog.
Ouch.
I might have made a comment on her post, but, you know, corrupt Randy Shaw’s corrupt, government-subsidized Beyond Chron blog doesn’t allow comments, because Randy Shaw doesn’t want to hear what the proletariat has to say. (Isn’t that funny? And isn’t it funny that you can donate money to the highly-political Beyond Chron blog and then deduct that donation from your taxes? How is that right? How is that legal? I don’t know.)
Of course, the average meter maid doesn’t have too much of an incentive to hang out on the 000 block of Turk, right? I mean, that’s the place where the SFPD tells criminals to do their thing, you know, when they loiter about too close to the front of Our Flagship Nordstrom, for example.
Anyway, this unticketing policy of the SFMTA is news to me.
So this means that, finally, the taxpayer-subsidized Beyond Chron has taught me something asides from how great and prescient Randy Shaw is.
Hurray!
Here’s the “unit block” of Turk as I saw it last week, just saying: