Readers of this blog know what I think of Robert Warshaw, OPD’s federal overseer. He’s a maggot who makes his living by persecuting police departments, particularly Oakland’s. He’s become rich by persuading the U.S. Department of Justice to allow him to “reform” police departments, while making such “reforms” impossible for those departments to achieve by constantly moving the goal posts. He’s Lucy pulling that football away from Charlie Brown. Warshaw is now in his thirteenth year as OPD’s monitor (although the consent decree itself dates back to 2003), and if he has his way, he’ll be there for another thirteen. After all, he gets a million bucks a year, so why would he get off that gravy train?

I’m not big on the “I told you so” game, but in this case, I’ll say it to these restauranteurs: “I told you so.” Lots of people warned you about voting for Nikki Bas, Sheng Thao, and Pamela Price, last time around. You can’t say you didn’t hear the warnings. But you chose to disregard them. And now, you’re suffering the consequences.

Up until yesterday morning, I’ve always been able to access Pamela Price’s Twitter feed even though I’m not a follower. Then, suddenly, I got this message:

Here’s a recent tweet from the Anti Police-Terror Project’s very own Cat Brooks, disseminating, as usual, her incendiary untruths: “Brooke [Jenkins], [London] Breed, and the billionaires are calling for increased law & order in San Francisco while at the same time all but assuring the SFPD that they can kill, rape, maim, harm with impunity because Jenkins is not going to do anything about it.”

When I moved to Adams Point, in 1987, the Reagan era was drawing to a close. America had moved further to the right than it had ever been in my lifetime, and Republicans were hungry for more. Their party had already been taken over by the Moral Majority, with its racism, homophobia and religious crankiness. Democrats were enfeebled; the best they could come up with in the 1988 Presidential election was poor Michael Dukakis.