Demonstrators were arrested in the hundreds for no legal reason. The entire command structure of the Police Department hid as Dick ran amok. The city was forced to pay out $1 million to settle a lawsuit. Dick went even madder, sending officers out to steal hundreds of copies of a newspaper that criticized his tactics. Over the objections of Jordan and Reilly, the Police Commission finally fired the nut case.
If this town had any sense to it, before he was allowed to place his name on the mayoral ballot, Clint Reilly should have been made to pay back every dollar the city spent needlessly as a result of the Hongisto nightmare.
But in the Town of the Living Dead we allow the evil dead to continue to crawl out of their graves as often as they like.
I've been saying for a long time that the political culture in San Francisco is deeply sick. Everywhere you look shows decay, disease, and the evil dead.
The Brown machine is sick with arrogance and blindness.
Many of those who oppose the machine are even sicker, a weird and dangerous lot who would make Hongisto look like Winston Churchill if any of them ever got into power.
The press that covers the game is sickest of all, run by men and women of shallow imagination and brittle backbone.
When exciting new leaders step forward, as in the case of district attorney candidate Matt Gonzalez, no one pays attention. Instead, those opposed to District Attorney Terence Hallinan would, apparently, rather follow the reanimated corpse of Bill Fazio, who, at the very moment I am writing these words, stands on the steps of the Hall of Justice announcing his second candidacy for the job of district attorney amid the Gothic stench of decay.
We are very sick, indeed. And here is the surest sign of sickness: my endorsement for mayor of San Francisco.
Barring the entry of, say, a Gavin Newsom or a Tom Ammiano into the race for mayor this year, if all we have to vote on is the reanimated corpses of Clint Reilly and Frank Jordan and the rotting hide of Willie Lewis Brown Jr., all evils being what they are, I will vote for Brown.
Reilly knows nothing about government, and his political judgment is worse than Brown's. Jordan, well, I've told you about him.
The only one I would feel even remotely comfortable voting for in that scenario, I am profoundly sad to say, is a man who typifies just about everything wrong with San Francisco politics.
That, my dears, is sick.