Stenographer-reporters should at least acknowledge a point of view what comes from somewhere other than the politically-connected RPD Spokesmodel and the politically-connected leader of the RPD.
You’d make it simpler for the fuzz if you’d transfer your booze to a water bottle or something. Simply putting your 40 in a paper bag or, in this case, black fabric(?), doesn’t cut it.
So they’ll pour your brew out right in front of you. And then quickly move on to the friction of the day, no muss, no fuss.
A big-old van!
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?
Them cans is connected to the E-Meter, don’t you know?
Now I can’t tell you how much these E-Meters cost to manufacture, but the mark-up on them is huge – some Scientologists pay thousands and thousands of dollars for ‘em.
You want stress? Try recruiting strangers into your religion in front of the Old Navy Flagship store while dodging the cops. That must be some stress, baby.
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Anyway, you’ve been warned…
I never thought I’d live to see the day when cans of beer would be confiscated at the Bay to Breakers footrace. I mean, bottles and kegs, sure, but harmless aluminum cans?
Well, that’s what’s happening at the 99th Annual. A thin blue line of eight SFPD officers has been stretched across the eastern crosswalk of Fell and Masonic – they’re just taking the brew right out of your hands. Some escape this dragnet, but most do not.
Popo shut us down. Thusly:
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Where are the earnest, green-hatted nerds of the National Lawyers Guild Legal Observer Corps when, finally, we need them?
I put down my Bud suitcase and raised my hands to the Heavens and yelled,” Gascon!“*
R.I.P. America: 1776-2010.
*Or Singer. One of them. I’ll tell you, I don’t know if local Police Chief George Gascon and premier spinmeister Sam Singer are more intelligent than Fong and Fang (Heather and Angela, respectfully), but the new people in charge this year sure are smarter, it would seem. Defter, if that’s a word.
Read all about the stabbings that sent graffiti artist Chor Boogie (aka Jason Hailey of Glen Park) from Mid-Market to the emergency room last Saturday night in this bit from Mike Aldax. And video here from Lilian Kim.
This was the scene Saturday night, when I was trying to figure out how much the Feds were kicking in (if any) to this little project. (You know, these days, The Feds Must Be Crazy*, I don’t know, something must have gotten into them – Bridge to Nowhere, Mana From Heaven “Also Benefits Newsom“, the Chinatown Subway (aka Big Dig West – will our costs overrun by 1000% also?) – Uncle Sucker just might run out of our money one of these days. Oh well.)
Mr. Boogie’s amazing Technicolor palette, as seen that evening, a scant half-hour before things got stabby:
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But he’s back on his feet, back at it. Good for him:
“YES IT IS SO ..I GOT STABBED TWICE LAST NIGHT BY SOME GRAFITTI VIGILANTES / SPRAY PAINT THIEVES WHILE IM WORKING ON MY 100FT OR SO LONG MURAL ON BEAUTIFUL MARKET ST.. THIS DOESNT STOP THE SHOW.. I AM ALL RIGHT AND WANTED TO GO BACK TODAY ACTUALLY TO PAINT SOME MORE..BUT NEED SOME HEALING TIME WILL BE THERE SHORTLY IN THE …WEEK OR SO.. . THIS COULD OF HAPPENED ANYWHERETO ANYONE AND MARKET STREET IS STILL AMAZING AND LOOK FORWARD TO HELPING BEAUTIFY THE COMMUNITY…..CRISIS PRECIPATATES CHANGE..AND CHANGE IT SHALL…THE SHINING..”
Get that, man, “the shining.”
Keep on keeping on, Chor Boogie!
*The Gods Must Be Crazy – seen parts of this movie 60 times, imprinted in the memory it is…
This was how it looked back in the day on Market Street near the Old Navy Flagship Store at the intersection of Fourth and Towne Market. The Church of Scientology had some of its members do some outreach, perhaps they still do that these days.
Anyway, you touch “the cans” and that shows how much stress you have, or something. (Actually, one thing the test tells you how much your grip changes when you hold the cans – do you think that’s a useful measure of anything?)
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So, one problem is that the whole idea is ridiculous and another is that the Scientologist him/herself might be pressured into buying one of the E-Meters the metal can things are connected to. That’s something on the order of $4000 – an awful lot for a P.O.S., really. Even the eBay price seems to have no relationship to the cost of the parts used to make it. So who’s the real victim in this photo? Hard to tell.
Presenting the “Mark Super VII Quantum E-meter”
Anyway, a passerby suggested to the person in the first photo to, “Drop the cans and run. Run Girl, Run!”