Note: This is the column that got me fired as an irregular columnist for a local newspaper, before it even ran.
What could be better than spending three hours on Tuesday night at a City of Cotati Strategic Planning Study Session? Spending two hours. Actually, 10 minutes would have been even better, because that was the amount of time that involved either strategies, or the study thereof.
On this particular evening, there were 11 people from city government, and three citizens in the peanut gallery. The 11 included the mayor, vice mayor, three councilmembers, the city manager, assistant city manager, the police chief, economic development director, administrative services director, and director of public works. Continue reading
The other day, I was donating a box of books to the Rohnert Park Library. Half of them were Lee Child/Jack Reacher novels, which any library is glad to see, and the other half were books by Dick Morris, Sean Hannity, and Mark Levin. To my surprise, no alarms went off when these right-wing volumes crossed the threshold, and the walls remained standing as I left the building. Continue reading
Nice doggie, don’t bite Yorkie, I mean it now!
Before 2007, San Francisco was blissfully going to the dogs. Gavin Newsom, arguably the worst mayor in the city’s history, was still trying to heal all the world’s injustices, from discrimination against same-sex couples to climate change, while cheerfully neglecting the problems immediately beneath his nose: a Muni without clocks, a pox of potholes, a horde of aggressive panhandlers, and the needle-strewn waste that Golden Gate Park was becoming.
Then the coyotes came. Continue reading
No shoes, no shirt, no parking.
They look innocent enough; tiny little fenced-in decks outside Italian cafes, yogurt shops, and falafel parlors, where San Franciscans sip fair trade espressos and chai lattes while they inhale the heady aroma of Mini, Fiat 500 and Vespa exhausts and watch Priuses glide by on battery power, silent as golf carts.
Mrs. & Mrs. Sprinkle-Stephens
I was amused by a recent article in the San Francisco Chronicle stating that former porn star/current performance artist Annie Sprinkle and her wife, Elizabeth Stephens, Chair of the Art Department at UC Santa Cruz, conducted an event in San Francisco called the EcoSex Symposium. According to Stephens, she and Sprinkle have married the moon, the sky, the ocean, the Appalachian Mountains and the snow in a series of nudist-friendly weddings that demonstrate their new gender identity as Ecosexuals. In August, they travel to Gijon, Spain, where they plan to marry coal. Continue reading
Be the first in your gym to make a political statement that’s noticed outside the shower.
In San Francisco, there’s a ballot proposal that comes from so far out of left field that even Anthony Weiner wouldn’t support it. In fact, judging from recent photographs, the Big Dog might be one of its most vocal opponents if he didn’t otherwise have his hands full.This from a recent story in the San Francisco Chronicle: By law, since more than 7,700 signatures were collected, a proposal to ban the circumcision of male children in San Francisco will be on the ballot this November. Initiatives must have at least 7,168 names to qualify. Continue reading
Now that Obama has been gone for two years and liberals and progressives are still outnumbered in the Senate, some people think the country is returning to a degree of normalcy. I disagree. Because I’ve seen liberals, progressives, and twits in local governments do far more damage to our freedom than deep state politicians in the federal or state governments could dream of.
It’s time to watch the sausage being made, and the fools who make it.
Until recently, I lived 50 miles north of San Francisco, so I could write a whole book about the craziness in my former back yard, but unfortunately, the fools in local government are spread across more zip codes than you can imagine. In fact, in America’s 50 largest cities, 34 mayors are Democrats, 13 are Republicans, and three are Independent.
So in this blog, I’ll bring you local horror stories from coast to coast; from dense urban conglomerations and dinky hamlets alike. What kind of outrages can you find in here? I’ve lumped them into three basic categories: the massive amounts of your money that local governments waste; the stunning intrusions they make on your personal liberty, and the things they do that are so flat-out dumb that nobody could possibly make this stuff up. Three examples: