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.)
But look who’s against Prop 29 – it’s that famous convenience store what’s on Fulton and Masonic what can’t sell lottery tickets no mo owing to what some people, mind you, just some people, might possibly be tempted to label LOTTERY FRAUD.
See?
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Now here’s your Convenience Store Triad:
1. Alcohol sales to underage students from neighboring high schools and the University of San Francisco.
2. Cigarette sales.
3. Lottery ticket sales.
So, if you lose one leg of your triad, you’ve got to make sure not to lose the other two, that’s one conclusion you might draw…
Here’s what you do, you imagine this old guy on the left taking a picture of himself naked holding his wiener and then sexting it to you. Can you imagine?
Anyway, as you can see, Chris Hansen the sexting perv came to San Francisco recently.
Why? He came to punk unsuspecting store clerks who foolishly told their fake customers that their faked lottery tickets were losers only to try to cash the fake winning tickets in for themselves.
(And oh, I see, you give the $10,000 winning ticket to your gf for her to cash it in, you know, cause it might look a little auspicious if you, the Kwik-E-Mart owner/clerk, yourself did it? Wow, that’s using your noodle. Or not.)
(This is the kind of thing that belongs on SFist.com, but I don’t think it’s been there.)
I’m sorry, why do we even have a lottery in California? Seems like a magnet for fraud and other unhealthy activities, just saying.
And like your lottery ticket money goes to pay the State of California to go around and bust store clerks? Seems kind of pointless to me.
All right, signing off from the stoop of the Fulton Food Shop, kitty corner from Chris Hansen’s stand-up in front of the Fulton Street Lucky a few weeks back.
This was the scene a month or so ago when District 10 Supervisor-Elect MaliaCohen was exiting City Hall right at the time Supervisor Sophie Maxwell was entering. (Think the last time I bumped into Malia was at, of all places, Roberta Achtenberg’s house about a half-decade ago.*)
Anywho, here are the fresh Meet Malia Cohen profiles from the big MSM papers. Choose one or both:
“Police are not releasing information about the country the alleged victim is from in order to protect her identity, Tomioka said.”
I’m wondering how small a country has to be such that saying its name discloses the identity of any particular tourist in San Francisco.
Like if there’s a famous exchange program in Monaco (population 30k) and they send ten students a year to the States? That would seem to fit the bill, fair enough.
But what if the exchange student is from one of the following Big Ten tourist-producing countries (countries avec concomitant robust, aggresive media, of course)?
Germany
United Kingdom
France
China
Italy
Japan
Canada
Russia
South Korea
Mexico
If the student is from one of these countries, I’d be hard-pressed to see how saying the name of the country would identify any particular person from that country. Maybe there’s a written policy, or maybe there’s an unwritten rule, the way the MSM won’t report routine cases of Golden Gate Bridge jumpings?
