Black Friday

I had a weird dream last night. It must have been because I had too much of that dangerous combination of tequila and mousse.
I dreamt I had walked into a big box store for some reason or other, but when I went through the doors it was more like a music club. There was a bar and a band playing loud metal music, lights whizzing around the room and the smell of poppers in the air. Trying to act nonchalant like this is a normal thing inside shopping stores, I move towards the front of the room as is my normal behavior in a club. As I get closer to the stage, I could begin to make out the band. They are all nondescript white kids in their twenties, all with long dreaded hair that moved in concert with each other as if the hairstylist had been the choreographer.

They were fucking loud!

They were all moving in time to the groove of the music, a 5/4 count which I thought to myself at the time was an odd groove for a death metal band.
But it was a dream so who was I to argue. (It was a dream where you know it was a dream but you were in it anyway-I hate those!!)
So the band is playing, and the audience is pumping and I begin to drift into the beat of the moment and start to hear the lyrics.
Da-da-dadada Da, da-da-dadada Da , da-da-dadada Da, Satan sells you socks, Satan sells you frocks, Da-Da-dadada Da , Satan cuts your locks, Satan fills your Box.

I was never much for the lyrical content of death metal/cookie monster bands. (Even though I’ve played in many of them), but this seemed a bit odd even for them!
But I guess I was mixing things in my head because I really didn’t understand what was going on and as I looked around and I found my fellow concert goer’s holding electronics and consumer items over their heads and swinging to the beat.

They are all yelling:

Satan Sells us Socks.

Ok, that wasn’t the weird part. That’s just my normal fucked up notions about consumerism mixed with my years of selling shoes in a past lifetime.
But here is where it gets a bit funky- A tall dapper man well into his 50’s comes out onstage to address the audience. This man is an exact Clooney clone except for the fact he had no feet that I could see. Just pant legs that go to the floor. He moved up onto the stage and opened his mouth as if to sing.
Satan sells you socks, Satan fills your box.
But instead of words coming out he just pukes up all this money, in bill AND coin form, Gobs of it! Now I’m thinking to myself in my semi-lucid dream state-this is getting weird, do the cashiers know he’s doing this?

But the band starts to hit it harder and the audience is eating it up. Literally! One at a time they walk up there and stick their face in the mound of money puke like a it’s pie eating contest and chow down. It’s almost sacramental.They all walk away from the stage with a mixture of puke. and cash on their faces, with the electronics  they were holding, now attached to them like crosses on Easter. They are all still singing with the band-which I now also realize have never stopped playing the verse. No Chorus, No Bridge, No break. Just an endless verse with lyrics only slightly changing.
Satan goers to Philz.
Satan cures your Ills
Still not that bad……I mean I know I’m dreaming and I know I’m just a casual observer thinking that this is odd in the dream, but this is America, I’m liberal. Dude with no feet…a bit weird, but hey,everybody has issues-until all of the concert goers began to take off their clothes and and grope each other.
Now we’re talking gross, these folks are covered in money and puke, all still attached to their electronics like an appendage from days gone by. All undulating and gyrating.
Did I not mention that the dapper dude is continuing to puke up his substance all this time?
So the room is filled up to my knees in this sticky gooey stuff that smells oddly like Cilantro. Folks are now having sex in the club, sex on the floor, sex on the bar, sex on the stage- but sex is not intercourse or felatio or one of these chestnuts. No sex in this dream is using the other persons electronics! Everybody is fingering everybody else’s  Iphones, Iwatches, Flat screens, Game boys….
At this point I can’t take it so I split-I run- I actually fly because while I was standing there my feet began to disappear
So I float/run out the door as fast as I can into the night. The clear cold night of a normal San Francisco fall.

Mousse- too dangerous to eat alone.
I hate those kind of dreams.

Selah

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Halloween is over but the most frightening day in the San Francisco calendar year is now upon us,
Election day or as I like to think of it “Electoween!”

Yup, this is where our elected officials get all dressed up in their best costumes and lie through their teeth at us. It’s never trick or treat, but always trick or trickier.
This year there are many important issues on the ballot, but a few that should be closest to the hearts of San Franciscans.
Prop D-the new wall on the waterfront
Prop F-Curbing the lightly restricted Air BnB market
Prop I-Suspension of market rate development in the mission
There are a whole lot of lies flying around the media about these propositions. The powers that Be (TPTB)- want you to believe that voting for these measures will be a death knell for affordable housing, for green space in the mission and worst of all your right to privacy will be taken.
Bullshit, Bullshit, Bullshit!!!!!

Don’t believe a word they say, because you need to FOLLOW THE MONEY. Who is paying for these ads? Who will benefit from the defeat of these propositions.
WHO?
Not YOU!

Let’s take this apart just enough for y’all to look for yourselves before Electoween.

It’s all in the wording

Proposition D–
“Shall the City increase the height limit for 10 of the 28 acres of the Mission Rock site from one story to height limits ranging from 40 to 240 feet and make it City policy to encourage the development on the Mission Rock site provided that it includes eight acres of parks and open space and housing of which at least 33% is affordable for low- and middle-income households?”

Let’s parse this- The first thing they ask for is to change the height limit of up to 28 acres of YOUR coastline, from one story to up to 24 stories, and they say no wall on the waterfront! Are these going to be the affordable homes? I doubt it. They will sit close enough to AT&T Park and along Terry Francois Blvd to make them outrageously expensive. For use of the ultra wealthy and corporate headquarters.

Maybe THIS is the beginning of Trump’s wall? Except instead of blocking out illegal Mexicans, it blocks middle class and poor folk from coming into SF? The second flag in this statement is the word “encourage”. Not demand, Not make mandatory, but encourage, urge, promote, foster.
“Sir, may I have more pudding?”

“More Pudding!!!…………………

Do you actually think these folks will be encouraged for anything other than plunder? They are not being forced to add park lands, nor middle class housing, only encouraged.

The Fundamental question is why should we believe them now when all along they have been screwing us? Are they going to change? Builders ( Who actually donate so much money and add so much into the tax coffers, are running the vision of this city). Are they all of a sudden going to care about the middle class or the poor?
Fuck no!
They care about making money. As much and as fast as possible.

Proposition F-

This one is the biggest scream fest of them all. Not because it’s does worse things to SF than the others, but because of it’s bald faced pandering, lying and fear mongering to the public.
They say it will invade your privacy and cause millions of dollars on false lawsuits. It will pit neighbor against neighbor in a cage match that can only end in death!!!!
BULLSHIT!!
IT seeks only to regulate a market that has become out of control and a source of contention in the city. A market that has been abused by developers.
Here’s the wording-Read and Believe

Shall the City limit short-term rentals of a housing unit to 75 days per year regardless of whether the rental is hosted or unhosted; require owners to provide proof that they authorize the unit as a short-term rental; require residents who offer short-term rentals to submit quarterly reports on the number of days they live in the unit and the number of days the unit is rented; prohibit short-term rentals of in-law units; allow interested parties to sue hosting platforms; and make it a misdemeanor for a hosting platform to unlawfully list a unit as a short-term rental?

Who should we ask is funding this anti-privacy campaign? Air BnB of Course.

Follow the MONEY!!

Proposition I-
This one scares the piss out of our public servants so much that they are banding together to save their financial interests.
All this measure does is say wait, take a breath and let’s not lose ourselves in the feeding frenzy of development. It does not stop low and middle income housing projects, I does seek to prevent PDR business from being tossed out of the city-even if it is for only 18 months.
18 months!!!! that’s all-and just in the mission. Why not breathe? Why not wait?
Because like great con men, TPTB want to confuse you and move your attention away from the real issues. Their pursuit of wealth.

Here’s the text;
Shall the City suspend the issuance of permits on certain types of housing and business development projects in the Mission District for at least 18 months; and develop a Neighborhood Stabilization Plan for the Mission District by January 31, 2017?

Breathe, Wait, Think, Decide….. as a city, not behind closed doors (Even though they are supposedly open). Not as a business interest and not as a crazed bunch of lawmakers in the middle of a drunken feeding frenzy that reminds one of a Bacchanalian orgy rather than a thoughtful group of elected representatives!

Breathe……

It all comes down to the MONEY and what are you going to do about it. This is your city, my city, but not Their city. Like locusts they will come and eat all of our crops until there is nothing left, and then will move on to a better feeding ground.

Selah

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