Posts Tagged ‘Columnist’

Uh, San Francisco Chronicle Outdoors Writer Tom Stienstra, the Person Damaging Your Reputation the Most is You Yourself

Wednesday, January 22nd, 2014

Let’s review.

Now let’s add in the news from yesterday, specifically this.

Your position on this matter is incoherent.

Hey, here’s what the Chronicle itself had to say back in 2010:

Chronicle outdoors writer Tom Stienstra and his wife were arrested at their Northern California home on suspicion of possession of marijuana for sale, and later released with no charges filed pending an investigation, officials said.

Siskiyou County sheriff’s spokeswoman Susan Gravenkamp said deputies found “a sophisticated marijuana cultivation operation in the barn” at Stienstra’s home in Weed, a small town 30 miles south of Yreka, when they searched it March 25.

Authorities seized 60 marijuana plants, 11.1 pounds of processed marijuana, scales, packaging materials and other paraphernalia from the barn and the home, Gravenkamp said.”

Are you going to sue the Chronicle too?

Weren’t you actually arrested ”on suspicion of possession of marijuana for sale?” I mean, that’s the question, right?

And boy, if somebody turned me down for a vacation rental you know what I’d do? I’d find another vacation rental and everything would be rosy.

Hey, here’s an idea. Why not just move on and quit while you’re behind?

What, San Francisco Chronicle Outdoors Columnist Tom Stienstra Sued a Blogger for Defamation re: Pot Bust? Yes

Tuesday, January 21st, 2014

This post from 2010 is what Tom Stienstra was mad about:

“OUTDOOR WRITER TOM STIENSTRA BUSTED FOR MARIJUANA CULTIVATION IN WEED (OR, OOOPS!) APRIL 2, 2010, by TOM CHANDLER

So writer Tom Stienstra sued writer Tom Chandler for defamation just last year.

And then Tom Stienstra lost.

See?

OMG.

So, Tom Stienstra, you’re going to have to better than this.

Longtime East Bay Resident and SFGate Advocacy Journalist CW Nevius ID’s Cable Car as a “Hyde Street Trolly”

Monday, January 6th, 2014

(You can take the boy out of the East Bay (and plop him in a SoMA condo), but you can’t take the East Bay out of the boy.)

Gentle Reader, consider CW Nevius and his most recent bit advocating for the oppressed white millionaire homeowners of Russian Hill – this time he’s acting at the behest of Supervisor Mark Farrell (R., District 2)

See that*? 

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Now I think the word you’re looking for, CW Nevius, is trolley with an “e,” as in potatoe.

Except it aint a trolley, it’s a cable car.  To wit:

“…electric tram (streetcar), sometimes confused with a cable car.”

And the vehicle code section cited here is wrong:

“The problem, says Deputy City Attorney Buck Delventhal, is California Vehicle Code 21106.1…”

CW Nevius, if you’re going to take the trouble to cite a law, why not take the time to do it the right way? Do you feel overworked, CW? You shouldn’t. Moving on…

And there’s this:

“Stefani says Farrell’s office was unaware of the 1987 law…”

Uh, former law? Or former bill? Did the “law” sunset automatically? And was it ever signed by The Duke in the first place? I don’t think so actually.

You see, CW Nevius, what you should look at are the reasons why the millionaires’ efforts always fail. Try this on for size:

The streets of a city belong to the people of the state, and the use thereof is an inalienable right of every citizen, subject to legislative control or such reasonable regulations as to the traffic thereon or the manner of using them as the legislature may deem wise or proper to adopt and impose.’ … ‘Streets and highways are established and maintained primarily for purposes of travel and transportation by the public, and uses incidental thereto. Such travel may be for either business or pleasure…”

Nevius, why don’t you retire or go back to sports, srsly? Then you’d get replaced by somebody who would do your job better than you, right? Wouldn’t that be a win-win?

But before you do that, why don’t you fix this**`?

“Jose had been struck by a late-’90s, silver, four-door sedan as he stepped off the curb at Oak and Scott.”

“And the intersection of Fell and Scott, where Jose was hit, has consistently been described as one of the city’s most dangerous.”

Fin. 

*Looks like somebody is striking a pose on the crosswalk:

I’m a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the  
Yeah on the catwalk on the crosswalk, yeah
I do my little turn on the crosswalk

**I actually believed The Neve on the Fell and Scott thing, so I was going to go out there a week or two later on a Tuesday night at around the same time on the theory that this was somebody coming home during the evening drive. But then I saw that the actual location was on Oak so now I think the driver isn’t on a commuting schedule. You know, I’ve got a Canon 5D, crank the ISO up to 25,600, use a simple 200mm 2.8 prime to see if I could see some damage and get a plate. I mean it might have been worth the effort.

Amateur vs. MSM Blogger Showdown: The Tens vs The Nevius – Who Has a Decent Giants Fireworks Shot and Who Doesn’t?

Tuesday, April 23rd, 2013

Up first is the effort from official Mayor Ed Lee lickspittle CW Nevius:

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Mmmm…

I’ll reserve comment else I’ll get Blocked from his Twitter feed (again. You know, for calling him an SFGov lickspittle last month, which he totally is.)

So that was the pro journalist.

Comes now, The Tens.

Same night, same show:

Oh that’s right, CW Nevius gets paid the same whether he does a half-assed job or not.

(And CW’s Conventional Wisdom writing is worse than his photography.)

Oh well.

(And switch cameras (or devices or whatever) and the The Tens would still take much better photos.)

A clear victor: The Tens.

Thx 4 playing…

SURPRISE: San Francisco Chronicle Writer CW Nevius Comes Out AGAINST the Central Subway – Here’s What He Said

Tuesday, April 16th, 2013

All right, first of all, if you want CW Nevius to Block you from his Twitter feed, start up a crappy WordPress blog and call him one of the following:

“SHARP-AS-A-MARBLE, EX-JOCK, EVERYMAN NEWS COLUMNIST/QUASI SPORTSWRITER” or a

“BROWN-NOSING, OBSEQUIOUS KISS-ASS LICKSPITTLE TOADIE”

That’s what did it, one or the other, I figure.

So now I’m banned, for life, from the Twitterings of the The Neve.

Oh well.

Anyway, here’s what the Nevinator has to say today about the Central Subway boondoggle.

See? It doesn’t seem that the Nevemeister opposes the wasteful Subway to Nowhere.

But he does! Check it:

“Nevius: Chinatown subway plan makes me wince”

“There’s really only one question to ask about the proposal to bore a light-rail subway deep under the heart of downtown San Francisco. You’re kidding, right?

“Just the initial math makes your head hurt. Basically it works out to somewhere between $1.22 billion and $1.4 billion for an underground railway that runs for less than two miles and has only three stops. That’s not a transit system, it’s a model railroad.

“Throw in a few of the inevitable cost overruns and this could work out to a billion dollars a mile.”

“No matter. This is the kind of big, splashy project that city officials love to put their name on.”

“Basically, the argument seems to boil down to this - we’ve got the money (as if federal tax dollars grow on trees), the Chinatown community is behind it, why not build it? Oh, let me count some of the reasons.”

“But, critics say, a stop on Market beneath which BART and other Muni lines already run might have made this whole thing an easier sell. That would have created an opportunity for a single station where riders could make connections between regional and local trains, almost like Grand Central Terminal in New York. Instead, riders will have to walk all the way up to Union Square.”

“Oh, and did I mention that in order to get under the BART tube, the subway station at Union Square will have to be at least 95 feet below the surface. That’s nine stories.”

“What is it about that image of deep, underground dirt-munching machines in earthquake country that makes me wince?”

Of course that was from a half-decade back, but it shows how he actually felt about this boondoggly boondoggle, about Big Dig West.

I mean, the Central Subway proposal hasn’t gotten better the past five years, has it? Five years ago, the promise was that it would “make money” for MUNI, that it would subsidize other parts of the system by generating a surplus. But now we know that it will burden the SFMTA and the current projections for the number of riders per day is down dramatically from what people were promising back then.

So what’s a matter Neve? Why don’t you write things like this anymore? Cat got your tongue?

Pak got your tongue?

The Old Nevius wasn’t afraid to be labeled a racist who’s against “transit justice.”

The Old Nevius wasn’t so monomaniacally dedicated to write source greasers every chance he got. 

Oh well.

Did Mark Farrell Really Throw the Ceremonial First Pitch at the Giants Home Opener? No – Hello, Examiner?

Monday, April 15th, 2013

Let’s see here, is it really true, as this San Francisco Examiner source greaser reports, that:

Last weekend, Supervisor Mark Farrell threw out the ceremonial first pitch at the home opener of our beloved Giants.”

Oh no.

Lord no.

Now let’s take a look at who really threw out the Ceremonial First Pitch at the recent Giants Home Opener on April 5th, 2013:

San Francisco Giants third baseman Pablo Sandoval, left, and second baseman Marco Scutaro throw the ceremonial first pitch before a baseball game against the St. Louis Cardinals on Friday, April 5, 2013 in San Francisco. (AP Photo/Marcio Jose Sanchez, Pool)”

That’s right. It was Panda and Scutaro.

But it’s understandable that there was confusion, right? Check it:

“Supervisor Mark Farrell says he’s throwing out first pitch at #SFGiants Opening Day #sfbos

And there was this, from Mark Farrell’s excitable aide, Jess Montejano:

“Getting Ready 2 Hit Da Field! #OpeningDay #SFGiants @ AT&T Park http://instagram.com/p/XvCFQPKQd6/ 

Hey, here’s a clue:

“Turns out Farrell was at the “ceremonial” first pitch that happened at the start of festivities around 12:45 #SFGiants

But hold on, doesn’t the ceremonial first pitch “mark the end of pregame festivities and the start of the game?”

Yes. Yes it does.

So then is this true?

Farrell now joins the ranks of politicians such as President Bill Clinton, who threw out the first pitch at the new AT&T Park in 2000, and then-Vice President Richard Nixon, who threw out the first pitch at Candlestick Park in 1960.

No. Not at all.

Oh well.

Sorry to be so nitpicky, but, after all:

It’s the details folks. Pay attention to the details and make them a priority. Details make or break what you’re trying to do.”

SF Chronicle Building Attacked with Graffiti: “Fuck CW Nevius, Fuck Gentrification”

Monday, February 25th, 2013

Appears as if this recent pro-gentrification bit from CW Nevius has garnered a reaction from the street.

Check it:

Via Jason L Loren of The Tech Chronicles - click to expand

I’d say the top suspects in this caper are the tens of thousands of people who have priced apartment rents in the 415 over the past few months.

Of course CW Nevius himself is a newcomer to San Francisco, but he likes increasing rents because he’s an owner, right?

Oh well.

Nevius Intervention – Larry the Homeless Bootblack Again, and Again, and Again – CW = 85% Republican, 15% Maudlin

Tuesday, November 13th, 2012

Nevius, if you had been an ex-jock* writer / columnist for the Das Reich Newspaper Group, you know, back in the day, would you have gone out combing the ghettos to find One Good Jew and then made him/her an example for all to follow, by writing column after column on the same person?

Prolly.

Presenting, once again, CW Nevius on Larry Moore, the homeless shoeshine man.

What your dozens of columns on one single homeless person are saying, Nevius, is that it’s too bad that all homeless people can’t dress up every day, basically.

Nevius, you need an intervention.

Oh, but I’ve been beaten to the punch by Jay Barmann of SFist.

See?

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Imagine, if you will, a 12-step Nevius:

[The Nevius] : Hello, my name is CW from the East Bay. I’m a recovering maudlin Republican and I just celebrated my two-week birthday on November 27th.

[Crowd]: Hi CW!

If only.

Nevius, how will you disappoint us next?

*Imagine that you lost the long jump to Jesse Owens in ’36 and then found a cushy part-time writing gig promoting the values of whichever regime is in power, you know, as an Jedermann, an Everyman.

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.