Always handy with a bucket of gasoline
We’ve avoided commenting on the latest twists and turns in the Gavin Newsom can’t-keep-his-policy-in-his-pants scandal, but you can go to SFist for the latest summary. The actual content of Jennifer Siebel’s outbursts are not really all that revelatory (if libelous), and the Guardian covers the implications pretty well. I only comment on it here because people keep asking me about it.
The whole thing seems like an episode of a sitcom. Team Gavin is standing around, knee deep in the remains of a smoldering apartment with smoke stains on their suits, breathing a sigh of relief that they were able to save the building. Then Jennifer Siebel comes skipping in, carrying a bucket, asking “where should I put this gasoline?” Their faces look horrified as she trips, the gasoline flying through the air toward the embers in slow motion…
March 14th, 2007 at 8:39 am
Is that supposed to be slapstick humor, the gasonline on the dying embers thing?
Here’s what I take out of it: San Francisco has become a small town, a sort of Peyton Place where blogs replace sewing circles and politics is reduced to gossipmongering. The formerly world-class city “that knows how” is choking on its own PCism.
March 14th, 2007 at 10:05 am
“San Francisco has become a small town…”
San Francisco has always been a small town, and small towns live on gossip. Here’s another analogy: San Francisco is like high school, with different cliques that get along uneasily, if at all. Newsom and company are part of that jock/prep clique that rule the Marina. In SF, the clique of the alternative kids (let’s call them the Mission clique) is larger than at most high schools, but they don’t get along with the jocks and the preps any better.
March 14th, 2007 at 1:39 pm
The sooner this “story” is forgotten, the sooner we can all focus on the things in life that really matter.