Informed, but not blow-dried: My husband and I will miss News World International terribly ["Looking Inside INdTV," July 28]. It still broadcasts news, you see, and gives world problems the depth of reporting they deserve. In the days immediately following the U.S. invasion of Iraq, NWI even treated U.S. government pronouncements with a moderate degree of skepticism, unlike the blow-dried cheerleaders on the U.S. networks.
News flash: Cars don't have dicks or asses: While I enjoyed your cover story on parking in S.F. ["Don't Park There," July 7], I must strongly disagree with the assertion that parking with a bumper touching another car's bumper is OK (Common-Fucking-Sense Rule No. 3). A car bumper might not be the car's dick, but it certainly is the ass. And, as we all know, if the ass is spanked hard enough, all sorts of crazy shit might happen, including actual structural damage to the car.
It's about respect. One might be able to get away with bumper-touching in the cramped gloom of a garage, just as one can get away with tickling the tush in the drunken darkness of a nightclub. But in public, sober, with strangers' property, it's just not right.
Meter maids, Dick Cheney, and you: Sorry dudes, I'm not buying the "meter maids are just really nice people who are trying to be fair" crap. I drive a motorcycle. I've been, on two occasions within the past month, tagged for violations (one yellow, one expired meter) where I've been parked for not more than one to three minutes, and BOTH times have come out (apologizing profusely and ready to leave) before the ticket had been written. Give a guy a break!? Hell no. On each occasion the person acted like, well, a spiteful, tight-assed, government automaton. And here's the part that really burns me ... I get written up for the same fine as the Ford Exploder that's taking up 15 to 20 feet of curb space, when I'm taking up three feet of space. Maybe they really ARE just sweet people when having a casual chat ... I'll bet even Dick Cheney would seem like a good guy if you were just hanging out having a beer. My guess is GREED or ANGER. Maybe a combination of both.
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Government agencies, working together in peace: Nice article on the parking situation in San Francisco, but not necessarily what everyone wants to hear! An angle that was missed is, what happens when Muni colludes with the DPT? Recently in my neighborhood at Crestline and Burnett, Muni came along and painted the curb red for a bus stop. This took away five or six parking spots and forced people to park on sidewalks or blocking driveways. In the space of less than a year since the inception of the no-parking red zone, there have been three accidents, at least 10 parking tickets, and four tow-aways. None of these have occurred in the no-parking red zone, but on the streets adjacent to it. In the three years I have lived here before the zone was established, there were NO accidents, tickets, or tows. These incidents are a DIRECT RESULT of Muni commandeering the parking spaces along Crestline. Many neighbors and I have written Muni asking to remove the red zone, but so far, with no luck.
So get a new license plate already: Great article! My wife and I have won a few parking ticket cases when we fought them, but I don't remember reading anything in your article about the meter fascists giving tickets for not having a front license plate. When I was going to S.F. State, my front plate fell off of the truck I had, but I didn't notice until I came back to the truck. The ticket was for not having a license plate on the front. They wouldn't even hear my case.
But we pray for your soul: Please tell Rock Ninja ["Pawns in the Sun," Music, June 23] that he is my new Buddha, for he has given me a taste of the dharma. I wish him 10,000 joys, and 10,000 sorrows to his enemies.
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