|“I got big dimes!”
|— drug dealer (10' from guard @
I went down to City Hall last Sunday. Now
that I’m jobless & bouncing between friends’ places to
crash, I avoid the place more than usual. Too many people even
one more step down the ladder from me walking around or lying
in heaps. (Or making speeches in the Board chambers.) Still, I
wanted to get a sense of the place. Maybe hit on some chicks.
I zigzagged through the Tenderloin to arrive
at our local civic palace on the Polk Street side. As I
arrived, two figures in all black caught my attention. The
first was a single crow who called to me from his perch above
the mayor’s office. One crow. Perched at the peak of the
gable above the mayor’s office window. An American flag
fluttered in the breeze above him as he screamed his presence
to all below. “Caw! ... CAAWWW!” I don’t know what they
say about single black crows where you come from but back in
Missouri ... it ain’t good.
I watched the crow for a while, then turned
to head across the square to where the Farmers’ Market was
set up in United Nations Plaza. The second figure in all black
stepped out of the shadows to watch me from a distance. It was
a private security guard.
I glanced down at my clothing. PayLess
sandals, a raggedy denim jacket & a “Recall Willie Brown”
T-shirt. Yeah, I fit a profile for the bird and the guard. I
wondered if they had little silhouette outlines for the guards
to refer to that included everything from Jihad terrorists to
wacko reporters. You know, the kind they gave to coast
watchers and crow’s nest lookouts during the big one. I
would definitely be on the card.
I steered a wide berth around the guard. I
vaguely wondered what he was doing in the square. If anyone
patrolled that area, shouldn’t it be a city cop? I headed on
down to U.N. Plaza to check out the scene. Then I saw another
figure in black.
It was another private security guard. He
was talking affably to a couple of street folks lounging on
the Market Street side of the teeming portable produce
carnival. My curiosity peaked & I approached him and
passed him a card identifying myself as a secret agent for the
Hungarian government. He looked confused.
Seeing I’d handed him the wrong card, I
apologized & replaced it with another which extolled my
skills as a door-to-door liposuctionist.
I kept fishing till I found the one that
said I was a reporter for the San Francisco Call. That one got
him nodding with understanding. I asked why he was there and
not a cop. He smiled and said that the Farmers’ Market
Association/Collective/Whatever hired him and he worked for
them. I nodded too.
I looked again across the thousand or so
people shopping in the temporary outdoor market and saw nary a
I looked up and down Market Street at the
usual scene. No cops.
I began to understand Willie’s thinking on
the matter and that’s two terrifying processes. (Willie
Brown’s thinking & h. brown’s analysis of same.) It
goes like this…
|Create a huge problem on purpose.
|Blame it on your enemies.
|Rush in and make a bunch of money.
|By ripping off the taxpayers.
Mayor Willie Brown wants to give mid-Market
to his rich buddies. Hardin Golf Course too. And the docks
around Marina Green. Also the stables in Golden Gate Park. The
mayor and his advisers know there would be a public outcry if
he simply tried to deed over public treasures to his friends.
He’s got to have an excuse. His excuse is that the public
assets would be much better cared for by his rich friends. “Just
look at the condition of the docks down by the Marina!” ...
“Can you believe the condition of Harding Golf Course?”
... “The stables in Golden Gate Park are a disaster!” AND
... AND ... “Can you believe the conditions around 6th
and Market?!” How stupid are you?
No, really ... how stupid are you? Do you
not realize that Willie Brown has spent around 20 BILLION ...
20 BILLION dollars in this city over the past 6 years?
The bastard controls 99.7% of expenditures
in the city. If he had chosen to spend 1/10th of 1% of that
money on properly addressing the aforementioned crumbling
public properties, they would be beautiful and no one would
have to lose their boat slip or their cheap golf or affordable
stables. If he had spent 1/10th of 1% of that cash on
expanding programs for addicts & the insane, U.N. Plaza
would still have its benches.
The cops can do the job. Hell yes, they can!
A police lieutenant with 28 years in and a
wish for early retirement or assignment to a desk next to
Aaron Peskin’s new Peaker Power Plant at SFO said in last
week’s Examiner that 8 beat cops and 2 sergeants could
control the area.
Chief of Police Fred (the ‘Graduate’)
Lau said he couldn’t do that. Hey Chief, how come you and
your brass can get a hundred troops out for a demonstration
comprised of 20 aging hippies and you got NO ONE at 6th and
Market where 1,000 peaceful citizens shop fearfully wading
through drunks, crazies, junkies, and worse?
Don’t think, Fred. It makes smoke come out
your ears and that looks bad on anyone. I’ll answer for you.
It’s because your boss told you to let the
situation crash & burn so he (or Gavin) could ride through
on a large white horse and drive out EVERYONE.
Oh yeah, that’s the goal. He’s gonna not
just throw out the dealers and crazies when he moves. He could
have done that long ago. He’s waiting until the Examiner
& his other media henchmen get the citizens so upset that
he can go through and sweep out EVERYONE!
He wants the SROs where the folks live who
play chess and just hang out live. He wants rid of the
non-profits and the people who run them. After he runs out
their clients, what need for them?
Letting crime fester is purely intentional.
Y’all mark my words … you can trust me. After all, I work
for the Hungarian Secret Police.
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