Vulgar Posing

How our columnist was seduced into watching the World's Largest Female Bodybuilder beat up on Rob Black

Comments (0) By Matt Smith Wednesday, Nov 1 2006

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"Well, I wasn't having an out-of body experience, if that's what you're asking. For one thing, the other Rob Black is a lot fatter than I am," Black notes, adding that the movie was a lot like watching pro wrestling, of which Black reminded me he's a fan.

As the evening draws to a close at near 11 p.m., and I escort Black to the elevator, the candidate says, "Did I ever tell you Chris Daly and I used to play poker together?"

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Rob Black (the candidate) evaluates the work of Rob Black (the pornographer).

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What?

"Yeah, us and some other City Hall officials and staffers would get together and play," he explained.

Did Daly swear?

"Oh, yeah," Black said, as the elevator begins to close. "But I probably swore a lot more."

Isn't Daly the vulgar jerk who threatens democratic process?

What about the gentility-in-public-life rap Black's been giving SOMA condo dwellers?

Black is gone. I don't feel like chasing after him with my facile questions.

Alone in SF Weekly's offices, beer on my breath, an awful soft-porn video in the VCR, I realize I've been seduced by the poses of two political hacks.