Credo

I hold the moral high ground.
My self-righteousness will protect me,
No matter how many stupid moves I make,
Because I am right.
The rules do not apply.
The laws of physics do not apply.
I am indestructable.

I am a San Francisco pedestrian.

Actually, it works just as well if you replace “pedestrian” with “cyclist” too. Even better, maybe…

 

The King

I would’ve made a rotten 1950s teenager. Given the choice between Elvis and Frankie Baby, I’d have opted for Sinatra any day of the week. For me, rock and roll began with the Beatles — and not one minute before…

I mention this because I was reading a DVD review in last Sunday’s LA Times which mentioned a segment where Elvis Presley and Frank Sinatra performed together on a TV show around 1960. The assumption, as usual, was that Sinatra was uncomfortable in the presence of the new and upcoming “king of rock and roll”…

In my humble opinion, he needn’t have been. I love a lot of music from the 1950s, from Ella Fitzgerald to Frank Sinatra, and from Louis Prima to Rosemary Clooney. But you’d have to tie me down to make spend an afternoon listening to Elvis and his rockin’ and doo-woppin’ contemporaries; it’s just about as appealing as an afternoon of Christian alternative rock…

BTW, if any of you were wondering where yesterday’s salute to cannibalism came from, I found it during yet another (unsuccessful) attempt at determining just where “132 and Bush” are located…

Can anyone else offer a clue?

Unions and Supermarkets

Nonsequitur du jour:

“Executives should not be rewarded for losing money,” said Rick Icaza, president of UFCW Local 770 in Los Angeles. “It is obscene to reward executives with fat bonuses when more than 20,000 employees have given up their own paychecks.”

Keep in mind, please, that he’s not discussing workers who were laid off or fired. He’s discussing workers who voted to go on strike. In other words, it’s not as if they were forced at gunpoint to give up their paychecks, except maybe by UFCW Local 770 in Los Angeles. While it may jot be a good idea for businesses to increase compensation while losing money, it’s also not advisable to base compensation on guilt or politics…

I know a little bit about retail and about the grocery industry, and I’ll admit that I’m having a really hard time mustering much support for this particular strike. It’s not just that the strikers are voting down a health insurance package I — and millions of Americans — would be tickled pink to be offered. It’s the fact that the strikers refuse to see that ALL union supermarket jobs are in grave danger right now…

Like it or not, the Wal-marts of the world WILL enter the California grocery market, and blatantly unconstitutional legislation at the municipal level will only slow down the inevitable — and waste a lot of taxpayer money. Safeway has offered its current employees a realistic, and even generous package. And it has recognized the future of the industry by warning that new hires may not have the same level of compensation. Current employees are protected. New ones, who have some choice in the careers they pursue, are not. Sounds fair, no?

Supermarkets operate on about a one per cent profit margin. They have two major ways of making a profit: by increasing volume and by decreasing expenses. Raising prices is not an option, especially when the competition is a major discounter like Wal-Mart. Union demands for continuing inflated wages will eventually drive the big chains below the required profitability threshold. The result will be bankruptcy or, more likely, their exit from the California marketplace, eliminating both competition AND union jobs. And benefiting no one…

So don’t give me this sob story about workers “giving up their own paychecks”. It’s more likely they’re cutting their own throats by listening to their bloated, increasingly irrelevant union…

Yes, THAT Woolworth’s

I always knew it was a famous Woolworth’s even when I bought candy and toys there as a kid, and even when I read disturbing and exciting graffiti about sucking dicks in the bathroom as a teenager, and especially when I ate vegetable plates at that lunch counter in college…

Glad to see its new use is coming along well. And that it didn’t become a parking lot…

The Week in Hell

Twenty years ago this week, I was just about to start what I would later refer to as my year in hell. I am very happy that I now have a boy who’s never once caused me heartache or pain. I am also very happy that I’m not half the drama queen I was back then…

Of course, I guess everyone’s a drama queen at age 19…

Randomly Friday

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Frankly, anyone who falls for this one pretty much DESERVES to lose his life savings…

All alone this weekend, just me and my Prevacid. Mark‘s home dealing with a family emergency (which doesn’t involve illness or death, don’t worry), and I’m enjoying the fact that my stomach feels better than it has in weeks…

So whose wrath will I draw if I suggest that — no matter how much it may pain me to say it — there’s just not a Democrat in the race who has a hope in hell of being elected president this year?

Just asking…

Stockton and Ween

You know how it is. You’re trying to go to sleep because you want to get up early on Saturday morning, and you just can’t get “Push th’ Little Daisies” by Ween out of your head. It sucks…

 

Anyway, I finally got to sleep, and I finally work up, and then I drove to Stockton. Just because I could. I like Stockton; there are really nice old neighborhoods, and dumpy old supermarkets, and (best of all) it’s not San Francisco…

I also like that my baby will be home tomorrow…