Look at this guy – see all the stickers he has from San Francisco’s ridiculous residential parking permit program?
He’s probably paid, all by himself, for two or three day’s worth of retirement benefits for a Parking Control Officer.
Hurray!
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And look, he bought a bunch of parking permits the right way, you know, one after the other.
Unlike some other people:
Danielle Steel’s “Parking Orgy“
Remember, Transit First (except for participants of the Residential Parking Program).
Here’s the 99% in Lane 2 – no apparent problems here:
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And here’s what’s in Lane 1 a few miles down the very same freeway - it’s YAFWR (Yet Another Ferraro Without Registration):
Do you know why the richers of California tend to go without license plates on their Ferrari and Lamborghini and whatnot? Well, it’s because of the cost.
Buying a Ferraro like this one to tool around on the weekends for a little while will run you $20-something thousand in “use tax” whether you drive it a little or a lot. So what you’ll need to do is to make some arrangement with your cheesy exoticar dealer – if you think about it for a while, you’ll figure something out.*
And the Tax Man prolly won’t catch you.
So that’s why the 99% pays the CA DMV for auto registration and the 1% Ferrari / Lambo crowd does not.
*Oh, it’s a race car, not a regular car. Oh, as soon as I bought it I took it to, let’s see here, Nevada? Yeah, Nevada. As a 1%-er, I live in the crappy, windblown, high desert of Nevada instead of gorgeous California – do you buy that? Oh, that was a repositioning trip, and, you know, I hated it. I don’t actually like the job of ferrying Ferrari about, it’s such a burden. Oh, it’s…
You see, the Occupiers put their tents on the bocce court grass last year. So that killed the turf.
This was the scene yesterday as the new turf came in:
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All that’s left to do is clean up the Bradley Manning stickers and then, once again, San Francisco’s at-risk Rich White People will have a place to keep busy and stay out of trouble.
You know, there was talk of putting in a playground here, you know, for kids, but RWP didn’t like that idea so much.
Oh well.
Are people really going to play bocce here, on the site of OccupySF, again?
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Nevada’s a really good state to pick, probably the best one. But don’t forget about Oregon – it has its charms as well!
But Maine? That’s a little crazy, hombre:
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Hurray!
Thusly:
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[UPDATE: Welcome, BigTent visitors! But play nice - please retract your claws when you and your nannies venture away from your online ghetto and onto the Civilized Internet.]
Would Whistler’s Mother have “qualified” to spend $75 to become a “member” of the “exclusive” Yahoo-Groupsish Golden Gate Mothers Group? Sadly no, as she was one of those “older mothers.” Check out the membership criteria, below.
As recently seen at our de Young Museum:
And $75 a year? Shouldn’t a labor of love be a labor of love?
Food for thought, non?
BigTent? WTF:
The Examiner’s Will Reisman is all over the story of how people were getting nanny parking permit advice at the website of the Golden Gate Mothers Group. Check it:
“San Francisco mothers accused of cheating system to get parking permits for nannies“
(Well, you read that and you think isn’t Cheryl Brinkman another one of those Gavin Newsom lackeys /appointees? And isn’t the board of the SFMTA part of the problem itself? And isn’t the residential parking permit system a stupid, NIMBYish idea as well? That’s what you might think.)
Anyway, let’s say you want a parking permit now, without jumping through hoops. You and your baby need the 411 on “going around the system” like right now, baby. Well here it is, right here.
What’s that? “Object not found.” Somebody must have took down the adviceful webpage. How wude!
Oh, wait a second, here’s something they had up a few days back:
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Couldn’t locate all the techniques the mommies discussed, but enjoy a sampler:
And oh! I have another one. Help your nanny by getting your doctor to sign off on a DMV handicapped placard application! (Doctors will do this for you because there’s no downside for them – you see, no physician has ever been disciplined in the slightest for improperly authorizing a DMV handicapped placard during the entire history of the state of California. That’s why getting a placard is a can of corn. Anyway, if I were a nanny, I’d appreciate a blue placard more than some stupid parking sticker that only works in certain areas…)
Remember, Transit First or something.
“I was really hoping that this would be 75.00 worth spending when it came to a mothers group, but it wasn’t. What I did get it is people that post on a variety of subjects including some that argue and upset others.
The moderation on this group is horrible. If you try to ask what exactly the 75.00 is used for, your account gets shut down and suspended.
So let’s see $75.00 x 4000 members, plus all the advertising revenue 80K, where does all that money go? That’s a half a million dollars people have paid to have the privildge to post questions about a babies but rash?
No thanks, there are many other mothers groups out there. Bernal Heights parents group, Mission moms, Glen park, all on Yahoo for free.”
*Hey, where’s the Windex, Honey? I don’t know, ask the nanny. What, where the Hell is she – is she circling the block again? That’s it, we’re moving to Marin…”
I guess these red Co-Pilot decals* are the updated versions of those BABY ON BOARD! signs of yesteryear.
“Despite waning in popularity, the signs have entered the American lexicon. In 1993, The Simpsons episode “Homer’s Barbershop Quartet” featured a barbershop quartet tune called “Baby On Board“. The song was written by Homer Simpson in a flashback to 1985 when Marge bought a sign, hoping it would stop people “intentionally ramming our car.”
Crew Resource Management requires an ability to judge distance. The airplane flies high…turns left, looks right:
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I really don’t wanna look stupid when I’m sleeping
I never really liked sunny days
The black wings just reach out to me over a distance…
And I can feel the wind from the wings
I see the clouds, I feel the ocean with my feet, and I’m home again
It requires an ability to judge distance
The airplane flies high…turns left, looks right
*Our Noe Valley SF helpfully points out that the stickers come with when you buy this model carrier from the Rhode Gear. That would explain it then.
