In this Age of Trump the devils are freed to prey upon Saints.
I spent a couple of hours yesterday at the DOJ @850 Bryant watching
the effects of a rogue police operation designed to further denigrate
the reputation of my 20 year friend and comrade, Jeff Adachi.
This evening at 6:30pm I’ll be at whatever school the D-Triple C is
meeting at where the #1 item on their agenda is to smear the name
of my good friend, Angela Alioto.
That’s on Turk Street and only wonks will attend.
I’ll be there but frankly, as I age, it pisses me to have to even
leave my chair to defend my friends from these types of
opportunistic and scurrilous attacks on their betters by agencies
that have a platform form from which to toss their chamber pots,
be it from the D-Triple C stage or the podium allotted to the
the Chief of Police.
Hey, I love David Campos and have supported him in numerous
runs for office.
He and I are pretty much simpatico on political stands.
I am much closer to the lady that ‘Joe Fire’ used to call …
‘Double-AA’ … Angela Alioto with whom I seldom agree on
major political agendas.
Bottom line is that Angela is a great person whose career
is a solid history of working for civil rights and two of my
three grandkids are African-Americans and Angela was my
friend way before they were eve born.
Hell, she brought he and my daughter up (he once turned
an unassisted triple-play in the little leagues – only been
done 14 times in 150 years in the bigs) …
Brought him up to her ranch to school him in riding horses.
Frankly, I’m tired of defending my best friends and family
from attacks by right-wing hateful bigots only trying to get
a little more spotlight for themselves.
I’m almost helpless to help them.
I mean, what can I possibly do?
All I have here is an audience and a keyboard and the internet.