Posts Tagged ‘beyond chron’

White San Francisco Progressives Oppose Free Sunday Parking But Berkeley “Progressive” Randy Shaw Does Not – Why?

Thursday, January 23rd, 2014

I’ll tell you why.

It’s because east-bay government contractor Randy Shaw is in the tank for Mayor Ed Lee.

So whenever Mayor Ed Lee changes his position on some issue, Randy Shaw just might very well put on his cheerleader uniform (it still fits!) and start waving his pom-poms.

Thusly.

“All San Franciscans should cheer Mayor Ed Lee’s plans to return to Sunday free meter parking.”

Is Randy Shaw a “journalist?”

“San Francisco’s Tenderloin is the city’s last remaining working-class neighborhood. And it is the only residential neighborhood in the city without any residential parking program.”

Is that true? NOPE!

“Tenderloin residents cannot park in front of their apartments or SRO’s…”

Suffer the poor SRO residents who can’t park for free all day long right in front of their buildings like a rock star! East Bay resident Randy Shaw weeps for them.

“Free Sunday parking should be sacrosanct.”

All right Randy, you know what we should do?  We should poll all the mansion dwellers of Berkeley, CA and then use the results to determine parking policy for San Francisco, why not?

And Randy? Why not work on spending our money better?

Big Pimpin’ in the Twitterloin: This Limo Should Be Randy Shaw’s Official “Tenderloin Housing Clinic” Staff Car

Tuesday, July 9th, 2013

Or not.

Via Bluoz, by Scott Cox:

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Step One: Start up a “non-profit” with an eight figure budget.

Step Two: Send the bill to SFGov

Step Three: Pay yourself a six-figure salary

Step Four: Repeat

Tinted windows don’t mean nothing/

We know who’s inside:

Randy Shaw’s Phoney-Baloney “Uptown” Tenderloin Protest Gets Covered by His Phoney-Baloney “Beyond Chron”

Friday, May 31st, 2013

Here’s a little background on Randy Shaw, who pays himself a six-figure salary with your money, who lives in a house bigger than yours, who lives in a neighborhood better than yours, who lives farther away from the Tenderloin than you, you know, in the next county over:

“Randy Shaw’s Power Plays – Sixteen years ago, Randy Shaw started a housing clinic with $50 and a good idea: educating tenants. Now he’s got more than $900,000 a year to spend — and clout to match.”

And that was written seventeen years ago.

And what good has the Tenderloin Housing Clinic Beyond Chron Randy Shaw empire done with the hundreds of millions given to it by SFGov the past third of century or so, anything at all?

Well you should take a tour of the place when you get the chance.

Speaking of which, Randy Shaw wants our Chief of Police to take a tour of the Twitterloin so the rent-seekers of the Twitterloin should walk on down to the Hall of Justice with a demand to take a tour of the Twitterloin?

And who’s paying for this foofaraw?

I’ll give you just one guess, San Francisco Taxpayer.

Anyway, here’s part of it, from the house organ of the Randy Shaw empire:

“Tenderloin Residents Challenge Chief Suhr to Tour Neighborhood, Increase Police 
by Karin Drucker‚ May. 31‚ 2013

“A delegation of 30 Tenderloin residents and workers went to the Hall of Justice on May 30 to deliver petitions including over 1500 signatures to SFPD Chief Greg Suhr.”

AND WHO’S PAYING FOR THIS? SFGOV? PERHAPS THE SFMTA COULD PAY ITSELF TO MARCH OVER TO THE SFPUC TO COMPLAIN ABOUT ILLEGAL PARKING BY SFPUC EMPLOYEES?

“As BeyondChron reported yesterday, people were lining up for nearly two weeks to sign the petitions, which invited Suhr to visit the Tenderloin to get a first-hand view of the need for more police and to then announce whether he was satisfied with neighborhood safety.”

OOH, I KNOW,  WHY DON’T WE DEFUND THE TENDERLOIN HOUSING CLINIC TO FREE UP MONEY TO PAY FOR MORE POLICE DEDICATED FOR THE TENDERLOIN? I’LL BET _THAT_ PROPOSAL WOULD MEET WITH GREG SUHR’S APPROVAL!

“In fact, the petition is perhaps most notable because it refutes the common-place narrative that residents of the Tenderloin do not care about the state of public safety. It’s just not true.”

THIS IS COLLEGE GIRL KARIN DRUCKER, FROM OBERLIN WITH LOVE, JUST A YEAR OR TWO AGO, ACTUALLY, ATTEMPTING TO SLAY HER SELF-CREATED STRAW DOG. UH, DO YOU DO _EVERYTHING_ RANDY SHAW TELLS YOU TO DO? ISN’T THAT, IN ITSELF, “DEMEANING” TO YOURSELF? BTW, WELCOME TO CALIFORNIA,  WAN OBIE.

ON IT GOES…

Now ironically, we’re in the era of stepped-up patrols in the greater Tenderloin area.

Like this was the scene on Market just yesterday, just as Randy Shaw was dispatching his flying monkeys to the HOJ:

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I’m counting four fresh-faced recruits near Fifth heading towards Sixth. Of course this might not be the exact block (of Skid Row or the Tenderloin or the Twitterloin or whatever you want to call the area that the Tenderloin Housing Clinic has created over the years) that Randy Shaw wants patrolled but it’s something new, right?

On It Goes…

Uh Oh: DPT Refuses to Ticket Parked Cars at Turk and Taylor – Are the Meter Maids Afraid of Twitterloin Thugs?

Thursday, February 14th, 2013

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:  

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An Illustrated Guide to the YouTube Viral Video “When trannys attack! Tenderloin craziness!” – What’s Marke B’s Deal?

Wednesday, February 13th, 2013

Not sure what Marke Bieschke’s deal is here.

‘Cause this is an arresting video, trannies or no. (Oh let’s run a search here - only 1600 hits on Google when you look for the words Marke and tranny in the same article at SFBG.com? Mmmm…)

But let’s take a look at the video, d’accord? D’accord.

Five foot nothing, barefoot, and wearing white PJ’s in Randy Shaw’s corrupt greater Uptown Tenderloin Twitterloin area – she has the fight in her but she lacks the stuff she needs, you know, like reach:

So she spent most of this squabble caught by her hair, oh well:

Well, at least he didn’t Break My Window to get the purse out of this aging BMW:

After you see your gf’s purse disappear into Randy Shaw’s corrupt Uptown Tenderloin, all you can do is point as the perp flees. (Is that a moose tattoo on his now naked torso?)

The purse snatching definitely led to a brief cessation of hostilities:

And the, in the end, a swift sucker punch, you know, to say good-bye:

Just Another Day in Randy Shaw’s “Uptown Tenderloin” in the Twitterloin – Video: “When trannys attack! Tenderloin craziness!”

Monday, February 11th, 2013

The dreams of Randy Shaw:

By the summer of 2008, going “uptown” in San Francisco will mean heading to the Tenderloin

Now here’s the reality of the winter of 2013, with two people going “uptown” on each other, via Bluoz:

Oh Randy, will you ever win, you know, with the hundreds of millions of taxpayer dollars given to you over the years?

What’s This? You Can Buy Beer at the Chipotles in Metreon on Fourth Near Mission? Well, There’s Goes the Neighborhood!

Wednesday, October 17th, 2012

I’ll tell you, I don’t have strong feelings either way about Chipotle’s. It’s like whatever, dude.

But check it, Chipotle’s is selling beer in SoMA on a LIQUOR LICENSE PENDING basis?

I’m as shocked as you are: 

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Now isn’t alcohol something people don’t want sold so close to Tenderloin Housing Clinic Beyond Chron-editing poverty pimp Randy Shaw’s corrupt Twitterloin / Skid Row North / “Uptown”* Tenderloin?

I thought so but now I don’t know.

Anyway, these days we have a place what sells fast food and beer together, just like a French McDonalds or whatever.

Oh, here’s what I could dig up on any liquor license application. It aint much.

Hey, remember the Redevelopment Agency? Here’s their No Irish Need Apply announcement from back in the day:

“Request for proposal for General Contractor Services for tenant-improvement build-out of a quick-serve kiosk restaurant, San Francisco Soup Company, in the food court of the Metreon, located on the ground floor at 135 4th St., San Francisco, CA 94103.

San Francisco Soup Company will select an applicant following staff’s evaluation of the bids, Statements of Qualifications and oral interviews.

This opportunity is open to all businesses, both for-profit and non-profit. Applicants and SFRA certified Minority and Women-owned Business Enterprise are strongly encouraged to apply. Be advised that the SF Soup Company and SF Redevelopment Agency are committed to vigorous equal opportunity employment.”

All right, enjoy.

*Uptown. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! Testify, Randy: 

By the summer of 2008, going “uptown” in San Francisco will mean heading to the Tenderloin.”

Cheese and rice, Randy Shaw. What color is the fucking sky in your world? 

Ouch: “Julian Davis for District Five Supervisor” Window Signs Abandoned on Fell Street

Tuesday, October 16th, 2012

Yesterday:

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(I’m thinking the lawyer letter was a bad move, as lawyer letters can sometimes be.)

Now, let’s hear from government-subsidized “Beyond Chron” “journalist” Randy Shaw, the Varys of San Francisco, the corrupt East Bay denizen who has 90 million rea$on$ to do the bidding of whomever occupies the Iron Throne Under The Dome:

Christina Olague was heading to victory [yada, yada, yada]“

Oh, so it looks like the plan to install Christina Olague, the Perjuror’s Helper, as interim Supervisor is fully on track.

This isn’t good.

How Wude! Marina Times Editor-in-Chief Susan Dyer Reynolds Bans Comments from Her “BMW SUV vs. SF Cyclist” Screed

Tuesday, September 11th, 2012

So Marina Times Editor in Chief Susan Dyer Reynolds had a kind of a breakdown a few months back, while she was piloting her giant BMW among cyclists on Page in one of the Haights.

Let’s review:

“Curly sped up and so did I, pulling in front of his bike, and trapping him between my SUV and the car parked next to him. As he came to a screeching halt, I rolled the window down a couple of inches. What color he had in his pale face drained and suddenly the smug smile was gone. “Are you crazy?” he asked, his voice shaking. Any ability I had to be rational went out my spit-covered window. “If I was crazy I would crush you like a bug right now,” I screamed.”

There wasn’t much of a reaction to this cry for help at first. But then a tiny blog (tiny but with more readers than the picayune Marina Times it’s safe to say) made a post about Susan’s breakdown, so she then got a whole bunch of reaction, from all across the country, mostly negative.

And then she posted some message about how she was going to deal with all the negative reaction in the September issue.

And then the comments disappeared.

And now, we have this.

“Virtual Ku Klux Klan”

“$10,000 in stolen funds stuffed in her blouse”

“Giada De Laurentiis has a bulbous candy apple head.”

It’s wide-ranging, certainly.

Anyway, I guess that’s that. That’s all we’ll be reading from her on the matter.

But you can find the basic gist of all those comments here, and other places I guess.

Marina Times Editor-in-Chief Susan Dyer Reynolds Bans Comments on Her Wild BMW SUV vs. Bike Screed

Friday, August 24th, 2012

Am I missing something here? Susan Dyer Reynolds penned a piece last month, you know, about her little incident with a cyclist on Page Street but now all the comments about her behavior have been removed. There was a whole mess of them last I saw.

Oh well.

Let’s see here, who about town is known for banning comments? Well, struggling blogger Eve Batey of SFAppeal banned me (for life!) from making comments on her blog a while back, for politely correcting her about the price of the fare for the now-defunct CultureBus, stuff like that. (I was just trying to help her, you know. Oh well.) And corrupt Willie Brown / Ed Lee lackey Randy Shaw of Beyond Chron / Tenderloin Housing Clinic, he bans comments all the time. Why’s that? He wants to get $90-something million from the City and County of San Francisco so that he can improperly influence the government into … giving him $100,000,000 the next go-around and he doesn’t want people talking about that?

Those are the two I can think of off-hand.

Anyway, I don’t think SDR planned on getting the response she got.

Do you think she received a lot of support from her rich white lady friends? I don’t.

Do you think she got negative comments from her peers? I do.

Maybe she’s learned her lesson.

We’ll see.

OH MY. HERE COMES AN ACCOUNT FROM THE GREAT WHITE NORTH, SAN FRANCISCO’S MARINA DISTRICT. (THINK OF THE PLACE AS SAN FRANCISCO’S VERY OWN LITTLE SLICE OF MARIN COUNTY.)

LEAVE US BEGIN. TAKE IT AWAY, HELEN LOVEJOY / SUSAN DYER REYNOLDS:

Page Street has become the bane of my existence where bicyclists behaving badly are concerned.”

OK, LET’S CHECK THE WICKTIONARY, YOU KNOW, JUST TO BE SURE: “A cause of misery or death; an affliction or curse.” CAUSE, YOU KNOW, I STILL DON’T KNOW WTF YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT, EXCEPTING FOR YOU NOT LIKING BIKES ON PAGE STREET, WHICH, BTW, IS A FUNNY PLACE FOR A RICH WHITE LADY FROM THE MARINA TO BE HANGING OUT ON A REGULAR BASIS. BUT ANYWAY.

Driving home one recent afternoon, I stopped at a four-way sign, looked all directions, and proceeded into the intersection. Out of nowhere, a bicyclist flew through the stop sign to my left, riding right in front of me, forcing me to slam on the brakes.

UH, YOU LOOKED BUT YOU DIDN’T SEE. MMMM…. PERHAPS THE CYCLIST WAS SURPRISED THAT YOU ACTUALLY STOPPED. I’D RECOMMEND A CALIFORNIA STOP INSTEAD OF THE WAY THAT YOU STOP.

I came inches from hitting him, but he didn’t notice. As he pedaled along the right side of the street, I pulled up next to his rickety bike, rolled down my window, and said, “You have to stop at stop signs just like cars do.”

RICKETY? I THINK THAT’S MEANT AS AN INSULT? NOW ACTUALLY, RICH WHITE LADY, I THINK BIKES ARE GIVEN MORE LEEWAY IN SAN FRANCISCO THAN CARS. KEEP THAT IN MIND THE NEXT TIME YOU VENTURE INTO THE HAIGHTS.

The scrawny, pale, twenty-something with thinning curly dark hair – wearing only Bermuda shorts, a T-shirt and, of course, no helmet – flipped me off and shouted a string of expletives.

SCRAWNY, PALE, THINNING HAIR? MORE DEETS! WE GOTS TO HAVE MORE DEETS!

I felt my Sicilian blood boiling as I kept pace with him.

THIS IS WHAT SUPERVISOR JANE KIM CALLS “WHITE PRIVILEGE,” I MEAN, I’M JUST SAYING, RIGHT?

“Why is it you think you’re exempt from the law?” Suddenly and without warning, like the snake that he was, Curly whipped his head around and spit at me from the passenger side.

SNAKES WHIP THEIR HEADS AND SPIT? OK FINE, RWL.

I was in the process of rolling up the window, so his wad of spit didn’t hit me. Instead, it bubbled slowly down the window of my just-washed car.

JUST WASHED? KELL DOMAGE!

I kept pace with Curly, rolling the window down part way again. “What you just did qualifies as battery in the state of California,” I yelled, “and you should be arrested for road rage.”

UH, NOT REALLY.

Curly laughed and flipped me off with both hands as he steered the bike with his knees.

UH, IRL? I DON’T THINK SO.

“What are you going to do about it?” he asked smugly. Curly sped up and so did I, pulling in front of his bike, and trapping him between my SUV and the car parked next to him.

UH, I THINK YOU’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO TELL PEOPLE STUFF LIKE THIS? I MEAN, YOU”RE NOT SUPPOSED TO PUT THIS KIND OF A STATEMENT INTO A NEWSPAPER, NO MATTER HOW PODUNK / PICAYUNE IT IS.

As he came to a screeching halt, I rolled the window down a couple of inches. What color he had in his pale face drained and suddenly the smug smile was gone. “Are you crazy?” he asked, his voice shaking.

YOU GO GIRL! YOU GO, YOU CRAZY RICH WHITE GIRL!

Any ability I had to be rational went out my spit-covered window.

HE DROVE YOU TO IT! JUST LIKE IN THE BURNING BED!

“If I was crazy I would crush you like a bug right now,” I screamed. “Fortunately for you, I’m not crazy – but the next person you spit at might be and they could run you over or pull out a gun and shoot you.”

I’M SPEECHLESS.

Suddenly Curly was mute. Having made my point, and thinking maybe Curly learned his lesson, I rolled up the window and continued on my way home.

WOW, I THINK WE’RE GOING TO HAVE TO CUT THIS OFF. PICKING UP HERE:

More than ever, I believe it’s time to hold bicyclists accountable for their actions, and that means license numbers that are visible to cops, victims and witnesses – just like on the cars and motorcycles they share the streets with.

AND I THINK WE SHOULD HAVE PEDESTRIAN LICENSES – WHO’S WITH ME?

IN CLOSING, RICH WHITE LADY, YOU CRAY-CRAY.

AND NOT IN A GOOD WAY.