Samson Wong, who writes a column for the Independent, is
a liar. I know this for a fact because he lied to me. Further, he
misrepresented himself and acted like a little storm trooper the first
time I met him. That was two years ago and I'll explain in a moment but
first let me explain why I bring this up.
Mr. Wong (helluva reporter) recently ripped a page out
of Amos Brown's book and called Elections Commission president Michael
Mendelson a racist. Wong's accusation was part of a coordinated effort
by the Brown/Burton machine to force Mendelson to resign. You see, it's
not like the old days when Willie could simply fire any commissioners
who suddenly developed thoughts of their own or refused to turn a blind
eye to the borderline or over-the-top criminal activity that have been a
regular part of the Brown era. Wong's fellow Independent running-mate,
Warren Hinckle, continued the assault upon Mendelson the following day
by suggesting that District Attorney Terence Hallinan, who appointed
Mendelson to the Elections Commission, should somehow reign in his
All of this is merely a sleight-of-hand move
orchestrated by Da Mayor to get y'all lookin' da other way so's you
don't go through the files and storage spaces in the department's
various enclaves. In short, if you are looking at Mendelson, you are not
looking at City Administrator Bill Lee and Samson Wong and their minions
who are, as the song says: "Chinese, if you please (and also) Chinese,
if you don't please."
Now, don't get me wrong. I'm as much of a bigot and a
racist and a sexist and a drunken liar as anyone but I don't have
anything against the Chinese. Hell, as an Irishman, I have a natural
affinity for them. Back in the old days, our great grandparents stood
side by side and read signs that said, “Chinese and Irish need not
apply.” True, the reactions were different. The Chinese hitched up their
belts and went and got an education. The Irish loosened their collars
and went and got a drink.
But I was telling you about the first time I met this
here Samson Wong guy. The columnist. Never miss anything he writes. In
the Independent. Sometimes writes for the Examiner too.
It was a dark and windy night.
It was a dark and windy night
Did I mention it was dark? It was. And windy too. I'd
just begun polluting the newsprint and electronic media with my own
particular brand of slander, half-truths, and outright lies (Warren
Hinckle is my hero) and I'd come down to City Hall along with a huge
crowd (seven of us, I believe) to see how the Department of Elections
Citizens Advisory Committee would treat Jim Reid's petition to “Recall
Ahhh, those were the days. I'd just gotten my ass handed
to me by Chris Daly (82% to 1%) in my idiotic run for District 6
supervisor. Though I'd been appropriately rejected by all but the most
lunatic fringe in the election (hell, I never even endorsed myself!),
been handed my beret and shown da door, I was nevertheless hooked on
local politics. I'd discovered a scene where the people were not only as
strange as me but many of the poor souls were even stranger.
I mean, you really haven't seen anything (Jack Davis
aside) till you've seen Frederick Hobson in drag as “Miss Kitty” lead
some cops past Da Mayor and Da District Attorney and Da Assessor and a
bunch of other Da's, through a crowded bar in the Tenderloin, and demand
that they evict a city commissioner and several respected local
activists from a bar because it was “his” party. As is my normal
procedure, I had taken my friend to the highest point I could reach in
the gathering to get a better view of who was doin' who. The high point
turned out to be a tree in the courtyard, so here I am sitting in a
tree, looking down on a raging queen with full pink boa flowing, leading
cops through a hundred or so non-plussed (hey, they're San Franciscans)
“dignitaries,” leading the cops past three males strippers who have
worked up a sweat and have most of it hanging out & a bunch of female
strippers working the crowd. I was memorable.
Where was I? Oh, yeah … Samson Wong.
My column on that party made me an instant international
celebrity. OK, regional icon. Local hero? How about “laughing stock“?
Anyway, I started getting lots more work for my
keyboard. One of my next big assignments was to cover Reid's hearing.
When I entered, I had to pass two burly black dudes who were doing a
pillars of Hercules thing in the doorway. They glared at me as I went
forward to shake hands with Reid (one of the seventeen who bitch-slapped
me in the District 6 race). As I talked to Reid and headed toward the
back of the room, I was stopped by an extremely handsome little (bigger
than me, but that's still little) Chinese guy who wanted me to write
down my name, address, and phone number. I thought at first that he was
making a pass at me, but it turned out he was making a list of everyone
who came in the door to a meeting whose main agenda item was
consideration of a petition to recall one Willie Brown, Mayor of San
Now, at that time, like today, there were two directors
of the Department of Elections (ya know, kinda like the Catholic church
in the Middle Ages and their popes). There was Patricia Faldo, who took
the longest maternity leave in history, and Dr. Philip Paris, who later
tried to turn state's evidence but it was kind of like going to Hitler
to complain about Mussolini. At least Frederick Hobson wasn't there. So,
while these black toughs memorize my pudgy features, the guy taking
names and addresses presses on.
Now, the sun was down and that, as a rule, means I was
already plastered and accordingly, hostile. I screamed about the
constitution and intimidation and that kind of thing and asked if they
took the names of the audience at all their meetings. The guy (who, yep,
turned out to be Samson Wong) tells me, "I'm new around here.”
New? Turns out he had been on this Elections Department
Committee for seventeen years!!! Lied in his teeth. It was getting to be
another “only in SF” experience. We had a typical SF cast. The drunken
Irish reporter. The lying Chinese politico. And, of course, a couple of
black thugs. And, I should mention, there were two guys in blazers from
the U.S. Congress General Accounting Office. One of whom (Tom Schulz)
was to become the first resident of the as-yet-to-be-born Elections
Commission of the City of San Francisco.
The meeting went as you might expect. The committee
refused to release Reid's Recall Willie Brown petition, I walked Schulz
and his partner to BART chattering about nuclear weapons systems, and
one of the black thugs showed up across the street from my house the
next morning and several times thereafter to watch me clean up feces and
vomit from the drunks and crackheads. Neither of us liked what we saw.
The guy who followed me – his name (I dug around) is Reginald. People
told me he was on Da Mayor's payroll and also worked for the NAACP and
SEIU. I chased him off once with the help of my big Palestinian buddies
who run the liquor store on the corner, but he came back until I learned
his name and called it out. Now I only see SFPD car 1010.
Don't ya love dis town? Bet I lose my escorts when
Willie leaves office. Here's the way I see it.
Crookeder than a hound dog's hind leg
I think members of the Department of Elections staff
have tampered with ballots for years. Pert near everyone in San
Francisco agrees with me. Now, I don't know if the crooks are Chinese
Americans. I'd suspect they are since Willie Brown's appointed honcho
responsible (till Prop E passed) for appointing the director (of Brown's
choice) and also pretty much the whole staff is Chinese. That would be
Bill (teflon) Lee. Bill, he runs this Lee family organization that
numbers over 2,000. It's a racist group to be sure. For instance, you
have to be Chinese to get in. Now, anyone who has been in San Francisco
on St. Patrick's Day will tell you that you don't have to be Irish in
this town in order to be Irish in this town
The point I was trying to make before I scraped and
poked and finally was able to recycle a couple of bowls of “first
generation Ming” & smoked em & lost track was that you can't trust
Samson Wong. You can't trust Bill Lee. You can't trust Willie Brown. You
can't trust George Bush. You can't trust Gray Davis. You can't trust the
cops or accountants or used car salesmen, and you can't trust me.
You can't trust an Elections Department that doesn't
want Elections Commissioners looking the place over. Try and imagine the
Police Department or the Fire Department telling their commissioners
they weren't allowed in fire houses or police stations. I gotta surmise,
the “people in the basement” (of City Hall – where the department is
located) or, at least some of em have something to hide. When you have
something to hide, you try and redirect the attention of anyone who
might find it. You yell, Racist! or Discrimination! or Sexist! or Drunk!
or Homophobe! or in this case Xenophobe!!
What the department needs
What the Department of Elections needs is two more
directors. I'm not certain if Dr. Paris is still on the staff. If he is,
counting the In-Exile, Tammy Haygood, and the Acting Director, someone
named Arndt, I think, that makes three, and since none of them has a
permanent status, adding a couple of more wouldn't be much of a stretch.
I'm thinking Wavy Gravy & Jello Biafra. That way, they'd have enough for
a basketball team! They could tour. Bring in the Harlem Globetrotters
for an exhibition. We could all come together. Journalists. The
Department of Elections staff. Politicians. Cops. Thugs. Drunks.
After the game, we can all follow each other home.
The GOOD news
Come mid-January, I am going to be a grandfather again!
Second time. First kid for my daughter, Mona, and my fabulous
son-in-law, Kudzai. I haven't been around Stephanie, my son Morris's
little girl so this will be my first opportunity to change a diaper
since I changed theirs. That was a lonnng time ago.
I'm fantasizing watching the kid grow up in San
Francisco as I grow down. First, I'll take their little hand and hold em
up and help em walk and later, they'll do the same for me. I can take em
someplace nice for lunch. Hmmmm. It's a tough choice. Either Glide
Memorial or St. Anthony's. Where would you go?
A “Happy” haircut to Larry (Bob) Roberts
Everyone can point to events that they later realized
were “turning points” in their lives. You know, getting married. Shot.
Infected. Graduations. Deaths.
Coming out. Getting in. Being mentioned in my column.
With Supe Matt Gonzalez's legislative assistant Larry Roberts, it's
going to be his new haircut. Gone is the de rigueur long, stringy hair
of the typical Green Party operative. Arrived is a stylishly razored and
perhaps, almost blow-dried do that suits and sets-off his strikingly
angular features. Congratulations on the big move, Larry. When I passed
your desk, I didn't even recognize you. I remember thinking to myself as
I passed the great looking guy talking on the phone in Matt's
outer-office, "Hey, isn't that Samson Wong?"
peace & love:
July 24, 2002
by h. brown
Supervisors' Report Card @ 18 months
The Budget is before the mayor. Only Gonzalez voted
against it. One true warrior willing to take on the mayor and fight it
out for a larger say in how the money gets spent. That voted topped out
the 18-month period for me and I feel it’s a good time to stand back and
offer a totally subjective evaluation of my lefty appraisal of their
performances. I handed out 4 very solid A's for the period. There were 3
B's. I gave one C, 2 D's, and 2 F's. See what you think.
The A Team:
Tom Ammiano's restructuring of committees, his committee
assignments and Budget Committee format ,combined with his masterful
control of board meetings to make him Most Productive Supe of the Year.
The multi-talented and hard-laboring board president can be counted upon
to start every board meeting on time (something the committee chairs
would do well to emulate). Tom puts up a good fight, knows the terrain
and ropes better than anyone, and recovers quickly from slights. His
wardrobe on Monday, when the board passed the budget, was tops in the
chambers and that's not easy. His tie and shirt were blends of royal
purple, centered in a rich gray woven suit, and topped by black-rimmed
“Harry Potter” glasses. He never looked better.
5th District's Matt Gonzalez is the board's
Sir Lancelot. He could win for mayor but his loyalty to Ammiano has kept
him in the wings. Gonzalez's hard work and countless hours chairing the
Local Agency Formation Commission convinced him to challenge Ammiano's
weakened public power initiative and win the board president's support
for a measure that resurrects the MUD offering which lost in a
middle-of-the-night radical shift of the absentee ballot count under
Tammy (“good government“) Haygood. This progressive turf war compromise
could put the Hunters Point poisonous power plant out of operation and
save the citizenry tens of millions yearly through lower rates allowed
by a publicly owned grid. Last year Hall, Ammiano, and Gonzalez working
together in Rules Committee gave us successful charter amendments
reforming the Department of Elections, the Planning Commission, and the
Board of Appeals. Then there’s Gonzalez’s support of instant run-off
voting, his total support of the arts.
Aaron Peskin had one hell of a year. He went from a
sometimes cruelly sarcastic genius to a relaxed joshing master of
ceremonies. They all love being supervisor, but I think none loves it or
works harder at it than Peskin. No one is more feared and respected in
the city's 60-odd departments and the airport than Peskin. In the center
of a swirl of 10 billion dollars worth of decisions this past year,
Peskin by chairing the Finance Committee and his vice chairing of Budget
kept Da Mayor under greater scrutiny than he's probably every known.
This time next year Peskin will have combined his parliamentary mastery
and judicious use of “Sir” Harvey Rose (he SHOULD be knighted!) to give
the city the tightest and most honest budget process it has had since …?
Tony Hall is the pepper in the stew of our A class. His
honesty, ball-busting hard work and clear vision surely rate the top
grade. He is consistent, fair, and like the rest of the top of the
class, able to negotiate his position to craft critical legislation that
passes muster with the public. A potential mayor in a more gentrified
city, government was not meant to sit still for Hall. He goes out and
fights for his values and his vision. Plus, I hear he's a great singer.
The 3 B's are:
Chris Daly. I love this man's votes. No one works harder
or risks more for their constituency than Daly. In Public Comment before
the board on budget day, a speaker got up and told, near tears, of a
mentally disabled neighbor who was being evicted. Without a thought, it
was Daly who immediately moved to the rail to draw the citizen over and
offer help. He treats the poor and afflicted the same way Willie treats
corporations … like royalty. I fully support Chris's re-election in 6
and will do all I can to help as the season moves into its final 100
days. Only thing keeping Daly from an A in my book is his tendency to
confront rather than spin opposition from press, public & politicos. I
can easily see Daly in Congress before he's 40. Be nicer to the press,
Chris, and they will be nicer to you.
Sophie Maxwell was a great choice for chair of Budget. I
really questioned that when Ammiano did it. Turned out to be a wise
move. Her insistence upon clarity and detail and deeply mature personal
demeanor changed the entire climate of the budget hearings. Everyone
respects her. That means a lot. Let me repeat that … everyone respects
her! Her leadership on clean air and a serious redesign of the city
sewage system gives the people of District 10 their best hope for an
improved environment ever. Ever. Sophie is only going to get better. To
support my evaluation I offer the fact that, in a district full of
politically ambitious people, not one has filed to run against Maxwell
in the fall. Like Newsom, two years ago, she could actually run
Mark Leno got a B too & you gotta like this guy. He's
the smoothest committee chair you'll find. He's a measured and kind
person. However, he ends up supporting rich developers just a bit too
much to pull down an A at this time. I support him for State Assembly
and hope he will carry his work promoting legal medical marijuana on up
to the next level. Mark is a gentleman in every aspect of the word. We
have been fortunate to have him serving District 8 and the total
My C Supervisor?
That would be Gerardo Sandoval. Other than the consular
card giant contribution (thank you, Gerardo), the District 11 freshman
has mostly just picked at or jumped upon other supes' legislation. Not a
stellar start, but he has his moments. Loved his fight with Newsom over
busing kids from his & Maxwell's area down to the bay & ocean. He got
the kids their summer outings even though the program seems to have been
designed to keep them as far away as possible from the St. Francis Yacht
Club. I understand as far away as Mexico for one trip. Way to go,
Gerardo. You should be one of the point people on pushing the supe
salary initiative. You're not running this year and we do not want our
pool of candidates for the office to either be blue bloods or forced to
live at the poverty line.
Jake McGoldrick. Because of the damage he's done to
dozens of committee and board meetings. As Joe O'Donoghue said to him
(kindly) at one meeting: "You need to learn Robert's Rules of Order,
Supervisor" I think that in two years of having these guys under the
microscope, it was the gentlest thing I've heard O'Donoghue say.
McGoldrick could need therapy. I don't know. I'm Irish. I have what the
family calls: "the 'talking' gene." You can't help blabbing your mouth
away. But that is no excuse for bad manners. Jake seems to have
something of a Napoleonic complex. He truly thinks that absolutely
ANYTHING he has to say takes precedence over not only parliamentary
rules but basic good manners. He has his moments. As we say in Missouri,
"Even a blind hog finds some acorns." At Monday's board he skewered
Newsom, who challenged Jake's call to hold $400k on reserve from the
Mayor's Office of Homelessness to find out what the hell they do. It was
sweet. Newsom stood and gave this dippy riff accusing McGoldrick of a
"purely political" move. McGoldrick shot back with an arrow to the
heart: "It would be terrible to politicize homelessness!" Newsom, whose
high-priced teams of consultants have positioned Gavin's political
future upon politicizing the homeless problem, just kind of dropped his
jaw and stared back.
Two total failures:
Leland Yee should have “This Space for Sale” tattooed
across his forehead. What a meatball. The people who voted him in get
exactly what they deserve. Take his final act in the budget debates.
Knowing he was going from a salary of $37,500 as a Board Supervisor to
$90,000 as a State Assemblyperson, he voted against giving his
colleagues on the board a chance for a similar boost. But he does have a
great tan. Must be the suntan lotion.
Gavin Newsom. This guy has taken the lead in promoting a
class war against the city's remaining poor. Widely known to be the supe
who spends the least time in his office, Newsom declared in his
opposition to a raise for the other supes, "I work over 60 hours a week
as a supervisor and over 60 hours a week in my other jobs." Maybe he
doesn't sleep. I remember when I used to do crystal meth, I didn't sleep
either. Newsom voted to throw old people out of their homes instead of
allowing them to negotiate long-term payments for capital improvement
pass-throughs. He voted to allow the Falun Gong to get their heads
bashed in. He voted against public power. He delayed the installation of
sprinklers in SRO hotels, making it possible for more poor to be burned
to death. He opposed district elections but is by far the most parochial
of the supes. The man represents a continuation of the Willie Brown
dynasty. Word around City Hall is that he's hooked up with Jack Davis to
ream the poor. Apparently, Newsom's handlers have brought in the town's
top political pervert to “goose” Gavin's “Care not!' campaign. You
remember Jack? He's the guy who likes to watch people butt-punked with a
coke bottle. As they used to say in the hood, "If you'll stand for that,
you'll stoop for this." Means I'll have Davis joining the mountain of
consultants and bootlickers thinking for Newsom and pushing his buttons
in his District 2 run for supe against …? Against ME!
ain't life great? …
July 22, 2002
by h. brown
Deposed Elections chief Tammy Haygood's lawyers (Vernon
Grigg et al) pulled a “Willie Brown” on a federal judge last Friday. I
know. I was there. It was a hoot.
We were all there because Ms. Haygood is suing the city
to try and get her job back and the city has gotten a restraining order
against her coming back. The restraining order was set to expire at 5:00
pm & the Superior Court was set to hear the case at 11:00 am, but Grigg
had the case moved to a federal court in a really clever move. Here's
the way it went down.
I been on a bit of a binge. That's bad. Bad for me, but
I can come back. Bad for the kids around me (they're ALL kids now, since
I'm nearing 60) because they copy me & not everyone can handle it. You
hate to be a bad influence. Anyway, my weaknesses aside, I had a
hangover and there was this judge.
Willie wants the keys
I can't prove this. But I think if someone who knew what
the hell they were doing and had a key to every record and file in the
Department of Elections, to every garage of every volunteer, to every
fishing boat that may or may not be dumping Department of Elections
files and ballots off coast. … I can't prove this, but with a conspiracy
buff like myself, a genuine paranoid with a keyboard … I bet the records
would put people in high office in jail. Or worse yet, out of office.
It's a power thing, people.
The federal judge this afternoon? I'm a superficial
person, so I have to comment upon his appearance and demeanor first. (I
only regret that I couldn't see his necktie) He looks like the senior
(lots better than the junior) George Bush at 45-to-50. He has that same
kind of confidence and presence too. I'm guessing he's not overwhelmed
by San Francisco in general or the fact that one of our society turf
plays ended up bumping 400 other cases to the back burner of his
consciousness. We are, after all, a bunch of faggot, flag-burning,
run-loose-nekkid, barely even democrats and worse to be sure, hanging on
into a new age, when we should have long ago been forgotten, like the
Jefferson Airplane & Jimmy Hendrix & Janice Joplin & Linda LaFlamme.
Most of us are, indeed, rightfully and gratefully (no offense, Jerry)
dead. But a few of us live. And we are just as irreverent as ever.
What was I saying? Oh, yeah, there was this judge. And
Judge William Alsup wasn't too happy for us to be there.
He, himself, was happy to be there. This is a guy who likes being a
judge and he does it very well. Very, very well, I should say. A
smokescreen of bullshit doesn't last a terribly long time in his
courtroom. He cuts right through it.
There were a number of times during the two-hour-or-so
session when I thought Willie's lawyers had succeeded in their
double-reverse on the federal jurist. At 3:00 pm, he was ready to let
Haygood retake control of the Elections Department at 5:00 pm. He didn't
seem to think it was a big deal. He don't know da local scene. He didn't
know that Haygood had presided (after appointment by Da Mayor) at an
after-midnight elections debacle in which she had allowed the mayor's
forces to move and control thousands of ballots which eventually bought
PG&E continued monopoly in San Francisco. Just a bit of a glitch worth
billions of dollars.
Judge Alsup did not know that “windows of opportunity
for massive fraud” were opened by Miss Haygood's lack of, shall we say,
“attention to detail.” It was accidental, to be sure. Could never have
been intentional and ordered by Da Mayor, for instance. I can't believe
that for an instance. Can you?
The federal judge did not realize that PG&E likely
continues to rule to this day (much to the detriment of the local
humans) because Haygood, as Willie's anointed Elections chief, looked
the other way, over and over and over again. Now, this can work in most
businesses. I mean, just check out your local “right-on” accounting
giant (or two). But when you are counting votes and democracy is at
stake, you would like to have at least a bare minimum of confidence that
your actual vote will be tallied as you mo' fo' cast the sun a beeetch!
Under Haygood that was NEVER the case!!! And that, as they say, was what
da case was and IS all about.
Anyway, the judge was too quick for them and not
particularly impressed by their “let's put five lawyers in his face and
make three of them minority and see if he caves in” approach. He kept
Tammy and Willie's shredding machines out of the City Hall Basement and
Pier Whatever until at least noon Monday. And here's the amazing part: I
don't think he even knew that he was way-laying evil. He was just being
William Alsup, Federal Judge. Everyone in the room dug it.
There were not a hundred people in the room. That's
pretty typical of San Francisco. The best tickets to the best shows are
free. As a matter or fact, there aren't even tickets to the best shows.
I always find myself looking around scenes like the one
I saw a dozen hours or so ago. I always look around and wonder why there
aren't more people sucking in the free live drama. I mean, you talk
about reality TV? This was not only real but relevant. Still, almost no
There was some funny stuff
There was some funny stuff too. Just as the hearing got
started, a guy in the front row's cell phone started ringing. The judge
looked at him in a disgusted way and told him to turn it off. The guy
looked exceedingly embarrassed and dug the phone out and punched around
on it and put it away. Everyone was chuckling. The guy was real
distinguished looking, with one of those Henry VIII beards and stuff.
About 50 years old, I'd guess. So, the judge keeps hearing the case for
another half hour, and the same guy's phone goes off again. Vernon Grigg,
former director Haygood's lead counsel was talking. This time the judge
really got pissed. He told the guy he'd warned him once and he'd make
him leave the courtroom if he had to. This time the guy is really, like,
beet red. He was sitting right in the front row, right on the aisle, so
he stood out like a sore thumb. He says he thought he turned it off &
about that time Grigg turned to look at him, glanced back at the judge
and said: "Your honor, I'd like for you to meet Mr. Michael Mendelson,
the president of the Elections Commission." The whole court broke up
laughing. I mean, here's the chief defendant looking like a total dork.
Thanks lots, Mike.
Another thing that was funny was when the judge asked
Grigg why he needed more time to prepare when his side came in with five
lawyers and the other side came in with two. The judge said, "Are these
two outrunning all five of you?" The crowd laughed at Grigg that time.
But Grigg's a good lawyer & with only a pause, he said, "Your honor,
these two men are not ordinary lawyers." That got the crowd going again
and one of the two guy's (city's lead attorney – guy named Jerome Falk)
shot back without hesitation: "We finally agree on something, your
Nothing got settled
Nothing got settled (is there an echo in here?) For a
while Haygood's people in the audience were all high-fiving each other
when it looked like the judge was going to let her go back to work until
he made his decision. Then Falk, the city's hired gun, made his pitch
and the judge agreed to impose his own stay to keep Tammy out of the
director's office until Monday at least.
Not many people have the self-confidence to change their
mind in front of a courtroom full of people and this guy did. He was
really suspicious of why Grigg didn't want the case heard in Superior
Court. He commented that it seemed like Grigg thought he couldn't get a
fair trial in Superior Court and that bothered da judge.
I commented to some of the press that the whole thing
was turning into a Monty Python movie. I mean, the sheriff is said to
have told his deputies to escort Haygood back if the court so orders and
the Elections Commission and the majority of the Board of Supervisors
are dead set against that. They're afraid we'll get more questionable
elections and worse. According to a good source at City Hall, the first
head of the Elections Commission (Tom Schulz) carried important files
around in the trunk of his car because he was afraid some of the
employees might steal or destroy them. The same source also said that
the real power there is City Administrator Bill Lee, because lots of the
folks in the department got there through Lee and owe allegiance to him
and not the mayor. That, they say, is how Lee got another ten-year term
as administrator. Lee's a sharp cookie and I honestly don't think butter
will melt in his mouth. I'm told he is head honcho of an extended family
organization numbering around 2,000.
What would George Wallace do?
Say we have this scenario playing itself out where
Haygood could be escorted back to her office by sheriff's deputies, but
say too that the board gets a ruling from another court and the cops get
involved, and then they send in the national guard to keep her out. Then
there's always Charlie Walker and Amos Brown to spice things up. Throw
in a thousand hippie demonstrators trying to feed off the excitement or
get laid, and you've got the potential for a really interesting scene at
Da Williedome. I just wish I could find some way to blame it all on
Aaron Peskin, but hey, you can't have everything.
I make a fool of myself in public
This isn't really news. I've started stalking
(metaphorically) Amanda Nowinski, who wrote for the Bay Guardian till
last week. She's the funniest writer in this town and I positively love
her stuff. I invited her to view the Board of Supes with me because she
seems to have the necessary sense of depravity to appreciate really low
down scenes. Naw, couldn't get together. So I did the next best thing
and went with a couple of hundred other people to try and pick her out
of the crowd at the Endup at 6th & Harrison Sunday.
I seldom go to bars. I do feel obligated to spend a big
chunk of my newly granted city welfare money on alcohol, but contrary to
Gavin Newsom's best information, it really isn't enough to rock the club
scene. Still, Nowinski said in her last column that she'd be at the
Endup so I grabbed a sexy little Green Party strategist from a bar-b-q
in Marc Salomon's back yard and headed on over.
Boy, those doormen are real pricks! Imagine not wanting
to let me in free! But cooler heads prevailed and we were hustled into
the place where music goes to die. I didn't meet Nowinski. Or, maybe I
did but don't know it. I'm that way with a heat on and I got to dancing
too (a truly ugly sight). I wouldn't have known my mom (nor she, I).
I had fun though. I really did. Have you done that kind
of scene? $10 to get in. That's a drag. But thumpitty, thump, thump goes
the music and as the man says, "I just can't stop dancing."
Try the place out. From the outside it looks kind of
like a boarded-up, burned-out building painted gray but once you're in,
there's a fabulous dance floor, the place is dark with lotsa strobes and
all the leftover disco trappings, and there is an absolutely huge garden
in back with a little overhanging deck in one corner and plenty of
vegetation. Zeitgeist still rules, but if you wanna shake your booty or
go watch others shake theirs, hit the Endup.
Just don't expect to interview Amanda Nowinski. It won't
happen. Specially since she's headed for New York in a few days. I kept
wandering around to likely candidates and the Green sex machine kept
pointing out people – "I'm pretty sure that's her" – then, laughing her
head off when I went and asked.
Break a leg in New York Amanda. I almost broke mine
dancing to your fool music, chugging double bourbons, and wondering how
I could blame it all on Aaron Peskin.
Speaking of Public Power Initiatives
Today the Board of Supervisors will choose a public
power ballot initiative for the November election. Or maybe not. My
sources tell me that the San Francisco Labor Council has led Board
President Ammiano to support a watered-down structure that will leave
PG&E in pretty much total control. Once Tom pushes that through, the
Labor Council will double-cross him and vote not to support even that.
Mark my words, cowboys and cowgirls. Tom is a venerable leader and I
wish like hell he could be mayor but he ain't gonna get there by
“sleeping with the enemy” … as in “friends of PG&E.”