Campers,

I’ve had 5 different people try to kill me for love.

3 ladies (2 were wives at the time) …

And 2 close male friends who were screwing two of them.

But, that was personal family stuff and no one has gone after me in the 50 years since.

Tho, two have threatened me.

One was Keith Jackson and he’d just signed off on a plan devised by David Campos or Louise Renne?

I was a 50 year old teacher at the time and Renne was a crusty power-house lawyer who actually pre-dated Jim Sutton as go-to fixer for the rich in everything from choosing Newsom’s staff to getting a City steam plant fixed when it broke down across from the Opera on opening night and I was living down the street at 44 McAllister for twelve years in an SRO but thought it odd that the City Attorney showed up in a gown to direct …

So, Renne’s gopher at jester at the time was David Campos whom she towed along from the City Attorney’s Office to directing the Law Office for the School District to the presidency of the Police Commission where she called for only one meeting a month and Campos succeeded her in that job and while she was there Theresa Sparks tried to unseat Renne for the Commission presidency and Campos who was also on the Commission but a BOS Peskin appointee I believe or Gonalez voted against replacing Renne with Sparks who sat and wept while Angela Alioto tore me a new one on the phone was her son (Joe Veronese) who was also on the Commission was going to vote for Sparks and …

I asked Campos years later why in the Hell Renne kept a Progressive-in-his-Soul guy like him around and kept giving him more power.

"She likes smart people."

That’s what he said and that’s what I believe to this Sunday morning when I’m continuing to back him against Matt Haney for the District #17 Assembly seat cause I want Haney to stay as D-6 supe for another 7 years to that I win my ‘Fantasy SF Politics’ league title.

I mean, I had Newsom Governor since 1998!

The plan was how to dump me by having a Chinese guy at District headquarters not show up for a meeting with me one afternoon after school.

Then, they’d have a closed-door session w/out my knowledge that very night which he’d (the Chinese guy) tell me the next day that the Commission had met the previous night and voted not to not offer me a new contract on some technicality.

I mean, they cudda had a point.

I did risk the kids by letting them ride joyfully in the back of my old beat-up Ford F-100 pick-up given to me by the Cohens my forever best friends and mentors for last 40 years …

Even on shot hops on the expressway.

And, I did collude with SFPD to take the kids camping in the tall hills in upper Marin County where we all risked our lives in team climbs with ropes up the steep hills.

You really cudda gotten killed.

Had to trust each other.

Called the: ‘Wilderness Program’ and director was Walt Scott.

These young punk cops and their green sergeants generally don’t realize that I had a very positive working relationship working with them and helping my kids 30 years ago.

So, anyway, District couldn’t fire me for incompetence cause I was the best they ever saw since Jack Jacqua and his aide, Joe Marshall covered that zone.

Jacqua and, now, Dr. Marshall founded the Omega Boys Club from outta their work at the Middle School and in working with Sophie Maxwell’s mom who was powerhouse at the rec center atop De Haro for the Hood.

There’s always drama aplenty in SF and the building that was the Middle School when I was there had spawned not just Jacqua and Marshall but student OJ Simpson before them.

I had the Simpson trial on the tube in my huge former manual arts shop with kids wandering in and out with monitors accompanying them doing the penance they’d been given in sentencing in the Student Court held in the same space.

I thought the Jury would be out a week and so did all of our students who’d staffed the not-so mock student court (they did give detention) …

I just wanted them to watch the closing arguments and jury instruction which many of them had already seen during their own trials and hearings and the like.

We all knew the fucker was guilty.

I mean, but, Hell, he went to our school and we were all super proud of him and as Richard Pryor said …

"I mean she was living in your house and fucking your …

and, driving your car and …

We know you did it, OJ, but we understand."

Great skit and sorry if I got it skewed, Richard.

A huge cheer went up of joy when the jury came back in about sixty seconds.

So, much more later but that was Pot Hill.

Joe went on to become President of the Police Commission and I live downstairs from Jacqua believe it or not by happenstance.

Other staff told me he’d called in sick so I said I’d come back the next day and they all kinda shuffled around and looked at me out of the corner or their eyes cause that place is a snake pit where great teacher innovations are killed thru careful moves by top staff with regularity.

The move had been approved by the Jackson chaired SFUSD School Board of Commissioners to essentially fire my tired ass for fucking with their rules which I always do cause, hey, I was born to break rules when it was time to break rules and tho I’ve never broken rules like being a line-jumper or seat-hog I’ve broken many many others.

Long story but gist was …

Jackson was school board prez and I was an off-the-reservation Special Ed teacher driving around town in an open-bedded pick-up truck with the back filled with adolescent black kids and we were going Downtown to pick up free computers at #1 California was it where the guy came in and killed the lawyers. Firm never got going again and when they got word about my trying to get computers to gangstah students they phoned and offered a couple.

We went down to pick them up and were gonna swing by for paint and got stopped.

Cop gave me a warning when he pulled me over on his motorcycle and shook his head at my gaul.

Principal and District were happy as hell with my work the first year cause I cleaned up the place, emptied the halls with my 300 monitors and was having them painting graffiti murals on the back of the school paid for by a small jar in the teachers lounge and when it reached 36 bucks we jumped in the truck and went down to the big hardware store under the bridge and bought spray paint.

Remember that I was a Special Ed teacher with a Masters from a major university and already had a national rep for playing outside the lines but with great success.

"He’ll quiet your place down and the kids love him but he could get you fired." was the reference one had given me.

When I hit Potrero Hill Middle School in 1994 Fall the place was a mad house with the kids in control.

I channeled the energy to work with a Social Studies teacher named John Voorhees to change all of that.

.and creating my own student military group with red plastic vests and small clipboards writing tickets in the halls for kids cutting or late for class and sending them to a student court, Social Studies teacher, John Voorhees and I had set up in my old manual arts room.

Long story there but …

Listen, I’m gonna leave it there for today and close with telling you about how this person of undetermined gender threw her lunch all me yesterday when I was walking with my cane sign in the Mission.

I’ll tell you more about how I got to love David Campos and his dog, Nachos and his spouse, Phil.

I first came across him, as I noted, when he was staffing for Downtown powerhouse, Louise Renne.

We had our Tony Hall/Sean Elsbernd period where he stabbed me in the back and crawled over my body to get to higher ground but, as Tony did with Sean, we got past it cause this is war and in the long run we all work for the dark one and against same together and singly.

Life’s a game and it’s like that, you know.

Getting over major conflicts like that and rebonding really pisses the Devil off.

When I had a clash with Gonzo that lasted couple of years, it was Tony Hall who forced us to get over it and we’re all tighter than ever.

Hey, we’re with our backs to the wall again here under different circumstances with still if you strip it away, it’s Good vs Evil.

Snidely Whiplash against Sergeant Pepper so to speak.

This round it is David Campos carrying the banner of the Progressives in the D-17 race and Matt Haney working for Satan.

And, the Main Event …

Chesa Boudin against the BAO! (‘Bay Area Oligarchs’)

The cops are against me on this one.

So is my close friend, Angela, who’s son, Joe Veronese who is entered to run for DA against Chesa and to say that Queen Bee is protective of her kin is one vast understatement.

Sophie Maxwell still hates me.

Keith Jackson is in prison?

I’m living alone in this gorgeous little custom ‘Just-off-the-streets’ decor of milk crates and boards and just picked up packet to run against Mandelman in D-8 for City Hall where John Arntz has been blocking honest ‘Open Source’ voting machines for 20 years and I have a couple of moles working there this time.

Now, lemme post this and get ready for my Manny’s Sunday 10 til 11am always runs longer cause putting cat litter on human shit is such a rush …

Manny’s trash pick up crew.

I’ll just point my camera at anyone throwing shit at me this time.

lol

and, leave you with this Neska classic which tells y’all what I think of you.

‘There once was a time’ … can’t get it to play.

How about theme from ‘Conspiracy Theory’ ???

Naw, that would be copy violation.

Go Giants!

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