Invasive species threatens San Francisco parking spaces

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No shoes, no shirt, no parking.

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.

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Policy wonks invade your recycling bin

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RFID (Radio Frequency Identification) chips are everywhere, mostly being used for good. Since they are only 1/8”  long and cost 15 cents each, these tiny little receivers can be sewn into your shirt tail to guarantee your dry cleaner never loses another Facconable. They can be inserted into your cat, so you can learn exactly where Fluffy got flattened by an Escalade. In some circles, this is called closure.

A recycling bin smart enough bto report recycling violators.

There better not be any politically incorrect material in here.

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Want to take America back? Start by taking back your own back yard.

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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:

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The Nanny State: Coming to a driveway near you

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My driveway rocks.

It started with the rocks.

After living in San Francisco for 20 years, and putting up with 20 summers of bone-chilling fog, my wife and I decided to move 50 miles north, where we had bought a small piece of undeveloped land in Sonoma County, and piece by piece, built a horse farm on top of an old silage field. Continue reading