this fat son of a bitch city council member from some podunk town in the central valley sent out some pretty disturbing and extremely racist emails to damn near everyone including, a county supervisor, a city manager, a former police chief, and other various city “leaders”. the emails included shit that compared obama to oj and suggested “that “nigger rigs” should now be called “presidential solutions.”" the emails also included one that said sarah shitty palin was offered $1M to pose for playboy and michelle obama got the same offer from national geographics. now if that shit isn’t racially charged i dunno what the fuck is! this son of a bitch had the nerve to say that he didn’t see any harm in sending out those emails. reading the article makes my blood boil. had it been an islamic person sending out emails that called dick cheney and dubbya caged farm animals ready to be slaughtered and shipped to the butcher, i guarantee you, there would have been hell to pay. but of course all those who received the emails have either said they didn’t see any harm in them and that they were meant as jokes, or they’ve completely denied getting the emails. seriously? hello city attorney, be prepared to be contacted by the lawyers for the NAACP and perhaps Al Sharpton himself. for all those folks of color living in atwater, ca, i send my condolences and i have one piece of advice for you…MOVE!
below are the emails of the disgraced city council member Gary Frago and the City’s Mayor. Feel free to send your “harmless” emails their way and see how much they enjoy it.
I’m back from being MIA from the blogosphere and I’m bitchier than ever. Why?
So today the CA Supreme Court decided to uphold the modern day Plessy v. Fergusoncase, enabling the separate but equal manifesto to deny same sex couples the right to legally define their union as ‘marriage’. This is the same court that declared only a year ago that defining marriage as a union between a man and a woman in the CA constitution discriminates against one’s right to choose a spouse based on sexual orientation. In a 6 to 1 vote today, the CA Supreme Court decided that prop h8red does not qualitatively revise the state constitution and therefore, does not deny a minority group their constitutional rights since same sex partnerships are given the same domestic rights as non same sex couples. In that same breath, the judges allowed the 18,000 marriages prior to Nov 5, 2008 to maintain its legal recognition. WTF is all that suppose to mean? It means that once again, the separation of church and state is a bunch of bullshit. We all know this whole anti gay marriage campaign was driven by religious bible humping imbeciles that want to impose their holier than thou way of living onto everyone else. Before AZNheartthrob warns me that I’m booking a one way ticket to hell right now, I should clarify that no, I’m not dissing mormonism, christianity or any other religion. All I’m saying to those religious freaks out there that likes to skew their guiding principles of life to enable them to live however they please, while judging others outside those principles, is GET OVER YOURSELF! However YOU want to define marriage then let that dictate your life, not anyone else’s. Don’t deny someone’s civil rights so that it conforms with your religious beliefs. The laws and constitution that governs this state and country should not be defined by a bunch of crazies who think that they know what’s best for the masses of people. Additionally, this whole idea that God hates gays and the bible says so is BULLSHIT. Your precious bible was written hundreds of years after your lord and savior died, so unless He texted messaged you, wrote a wall post on your facebook or twittered that He hates gays, I have a hard time believing the validity that God hates gays. As a matter of fact, I bet you He’s booking your one way ticket to hell for judging and denying ALL of His children their legal rights. Yea, I said it, you proponents of prop 8, YOU’RE going to hell.
Why the need to legally define marriage for same sex couples under the constitution? It’s a matter of principle, human decency and legitimacy into this white heterosexual male dominated society that’s been built on years of inequality, racism, classism, sexism, homophobia, slavery, need i go on? The fact that our laws and policies can be inclusive of all people will help to shape the future outlook of our society. We’ve all grown up knowing that hate and ignorance has caused wars at home and abroad, so at any point that we can take a step towards breaking down those walls of ignorance we should grab hold of those opportunities. Prop 8 has challenged our ability to break down that wall of ignorance and hate against the LGTBQ community. To have our constitution acknowledge that marriage SHOULD be defined as a legal union between ALL peoples, regardless of race, ethnicity, religion, creed or sexual orientation allows our future generations to grow up in a society that validates, accepts and honors all peoples. Lord knows we don’t need anymore hatred or ignorance in this world.
To all the proponents of Prop 8, see you in 2010 bitches.
So we’ve been picking on Miley since the whole Chinky Eyes thing, and we’re gonna keep on doing it. After she dissed on Radiohead because they dissed on her, apparently, she had a grand ole time with Coldplay to make up for it. And if there’s one thing I know about both those groups and their fans, its that fans of either group aren’t too keen on the other. If you like the operatic, ballardy, falsetto voice of Chris Martin foolishly running in circles and pounding on a piano while jumping around doing a rain dance, you sure as hell ain’t going for Thom Yorke molesting a microphone while Radiohead is playing on a stage that resembles the inside of an android’s womb.
80% of AzNHeartThrob's tongue burning cases are a result of Nabeyaki Udon slurped too fast.
-To the White couple on my left at the BK Heights sushi joint. Great, you’ve graduated from California Rolls and Maguro Nigiri onto to Hamachi Nigiri and Tobiko on everything. Really, congrats. But don’t sit there and stare, judging me cause I ordered Udon. I’m sick and when Asian folks feel cold and sick, they don’t crave chicken soup, they crave rice porridge or noodles. So stop staring at my bowl, thinking, “What is that? How can he eat noodles at a sushi restaurant?”, cause I’ll give you props if I ever see a white dude scarf down a steaming hot Nabeyaki Udon iron bowl and a plate of Uni Nigiri at any Japanese restaurant.
Try catching a fly with a fork.
-To the restaurant workers that always gave my white coworkers forks and me chopsticks, we get it. Odds are if you give the white man a fork, he’ll bitch and complain and ask for chopsticks (cause he learned, you know, just to eat that kung pow chicken), only to realize he needs a fork for the Bak Choy I ordered. But by giving me chopsticks, I get bitched out, albeit passive agressively by my white brothers and sisters for the restaurant’s racial profiling. I have an idea, save the environment and give everyone a fork. You’re saving the landfill from another set of wood chopsticks, and you’re saving water too cause , hell, we all know you ain’t washing those forks reserved for the gwei lo’s…
An ancient Ming Dynasty warrior statue located at any and every PF Changs.
-To the waiters at PF Changs (yes, I have been here, this is what happens when you are forced to eat with colleagues). That thing you do, where you set up a sauce mixing performance that consists of vinegar and soy sauce and hot sauce and whatever else is leftover? Stop it. You’re embarassing yourself, your family, me, the Xia to the Qing Dynasties, the Salvadoran sous chefs, the Genghis Khan/Mongolian horse/Terracotta soldier statues behind you and the Chinese mom in Joy Luck Club that gets soy sauce poured all over her food.
-To people that eat at PF Changs on a regular basis. Please consider diverting your culinary ineptitude towards Panda Express instead. Then multiply the cost of your meal by 4, and Paypal the difference to bicoastalbitchin[at]yahoo.com. Trust me, you’ll thank me later for saving you from the 4 minutes of sitting through the aforementioned sauce mixing demonstration.
The following is a guest blog from Frederick Laurel Bartholomew O’Dowell II, American and Texan.
Hey y’all, Freddy O here, or you can just call me Tex if you’re a cowboy or cowgirl out in Terrell, Texas! Yippee-Kay-Yay muthaf’as!
I wanted to write up what you liberal NY Times readin’ douchebags here at BcB would call an ed-torial. I ain’t all about learnin’ much, but I did go to collage on a full ride as a linebacker (GO AGGIES!).I ain’t gonna brag much either, but I was the best they ever had. And don’t give me that Dat Nguyen was the best Texas A&M ever had BS. Dick Butkus award my ass. He was Bill Parcell’s little bitch for the Cowboys. I’m talking a REAL linebacker. A “blitz all the f’n time no matter what coach said” kinda linebacker.
Like I said, although I spent much of my collage life taking Sports Psychology classes and chasing cheerleaders (oooh Chrissy, I miss them milky thighs!) I wanted to say I’m glad as hell a God fearing Republican like good ‘ole Betty Brown spoke up ‘gainst the ‘ignant immigrant ching chong wannabe Texans that think they have the right to vote just cause they were born here or became citizens cause they know who the first President of the US of A was (Benjamin Franklin to you a-holes) or what the D.C. in Washington, D.C. stands for (Democratic City you water buffalo jockies). God bless you Betty Brown and your All-American name (would you believe me and Betty comes from the same town? What are them odds? She even in my wife’s small group on Tuesdays and Thursdays and her husband’s in my yearly huntin’ cabin trip up in Montana!). Being American and voting is a privilege, not a right. A privilege blessed (by Jesus) on God fearing Johns, and Michaels, and Pauls, and Matthews and Josephs. I’m talking Americans with real names, New Testament names, Jesus’ disciples names. Not names like Ezekiel, Micah, Leviticus, or Hoseah – cut that Old Testament Jew shit out! If the saint you were named after weren’t in Jesus’ fishing boat, I don’t want your name on a voting ballot, cause you ain’t gonna vote Republican. It ain’t voter suppression down here in Texas if we call it “Proactive Republican Accessibility Prioritization Encouragement” or Pro-RAPE for short. It’s right as rain we sent a lady from Terrell, North Texas down to liberal, Sodom and Gomorrah ass lickin’, “I don’t wanna marry the opposite sex”, sure as Armageddon they going to Hell in a handbag, I can’t f’n believe our beautiful state’s capital is in Austin Goddamn Texas. I’m pretty Goddamn sure I saw a Black and Chinese holding hands on 6th Street the last time I was there when mah son registered for the Marines at the state capitol building!
We need her down there to fix things up like we need to fix immigration laws in the Great State of Texas (give me a shotgun and a list of Chins in a Chinaman phonebook and I’ll fix your Goddamn immigration laws Broke Obama). Maybe then so-called football players named Dat Nguyen can stop breakin’ all the Goddamn records I set as the best Goddamn middle linebacker College Park, Texas has ever seen! Cause Dat Nguyen needs to get a fixin’ and make his name into something more ‘propriate for Texas and easier on my tongue like “That Win”. Sounds the same. Maybe then he can quit crying “my neck hurts so much I gotta retire” and just MAYBE play for the greatest football team ever, my Houston Texans! OOOOOhh-WEEEEE! Won’t that be the day! On second thought, I don’t know if I want ‘nother miNOrity on my beloved Texans (notice how I put the word NO into minority? It’s a play on them words, I tell ya!)
God Bless You (You know who You are).
Freddy O.
PS. Please contact the lovely Betty Brown with the following contact information to tell her what a great job she’s doing! Don’t listen to them Communists and their whining (I didn’t even KNOW there were Dems in Texas?!)
This ish is actually playing on Clement in the Richmond, the heart of SF's suburban Chinatown.
Editor’s note: Please click on comments below to hear from the Producer of Dogs of Chinatown, Blake Faucette and lead actor, Eric Jacobus.
Eric: Dude, let’s totally make an action movie!
Blake: Dude! How did we NOT think of this before?
Eric: Dude! Let’s start a movie company called Contour cause I like the contour of my Asian girlfriend’s back!
Blake: And I totally DRIVE a Ford Contour!
Eric: I know! Right? Let me try writing up the plot. *PUFF* *PUFF* *COUGH* Alright. I got it. Here goes:
Contour’s Eric Jacobus stars as Jack, a down on his luck dude who thinking of ending his own life one night, steps into a mob hit and saves the life of a young woman, Jin (Thi). She turns out to be the mistress of a local Chinese kingpin who is impressed with Jack’s nerve and people killing skills. He offers Jack a position in his ‘family’ sending him to train in the arts of martial, war and murder. Adapting to his new lifestyle with vigour, Jack becomes an elite killing machine but cannot stop his growing feelings for Jin. Soon the two are lovers and torn between his loyalty to his new ‘family’ and that of his woman, Jack sets out on a deadly course of action which will see the city’s gangs turning violently against one another and Jack and Jin fighting for their freedom and lives.
Blake: But Eric, we need like, race wars, violence and nude Chinese bitches, you know what I mean? My frat boys back at BC ain’t gonna watch it if there’s none of that.
Eric: Ok, how about I add this ish then:
The film is also violent in nature keeping in with the tone of warring gangsters meaning blood is spilt, there is a fair bit of nudity and you really feel it when characters are killed.
Blake: Dude, this movie sounds dark. I want Steven Seagal in Under Seige 2, NOT Steven Seagal in Under Seige 1!
Eric: Ooooh! Why didn’t you SAY so. Remember that Chinese dude we used to F with back at our parents’ vacation pad in Scottsdale, Arizona?
Blake: The one that delivered Chinese food on a moped?
Eric: Yea dude, Imma write a character like HIM into the movie:
Mercifully, there is a sense of humour, proceedings never taking themselves too seriously. Most of the comic relief comes from Jack’s trainer, Wei (Brian Lee) who, often drunk, has some great one liners especially when it comes to picking up women.
Blake: So we gotta find a lead character that knows Kar-a-te…
Eric: Yea bro. Let’s go down to the Wushu class downtown.
Blake: But everyone there’s Chinese and Filipino.
Eric: Oh thank God you said that. Cause I was TOTALLY not wanting an Oriental dude as the lead. We wouldn’t make any money outside of San Francisco and, umm, where ever else the F there’s Chinese dudes.
Blake: How we gonna find a white dude that knows karate then?
Eric: Let’s just YouTube “White” and “Karate” and treat those videos as audition videos. Or I can just do it.
Cody: But the girl’s gonna be Chinese though, right?
Eric: FUCK YEA! Ain’t no one gonna believe a white dude that knows karate would be into a white girl. And I know just the Chinese broad to do it. My girlfriend’s hot younger cousin Huyen Thi.
Blake: I think she’s Vietnamese, not Chinese.
Eric: *PUFF* eh? Whatever, let me add a bio on Huyen Ti on the website and add this, cause I totally think all Asian girls want white dudes all the time:
Eric Jacobus’ chemistry with Huyen Thi works well, the two making a believable couple.
Eric: Dude. You are being so critical. I’m spelling it phonetically when I want to, OK?
Blake: And I think we need more Chinese people to make this believable as a Hong Kong action flick type movie.
Eric: But we’re filming this in Winston-Salem and Raleigh! Fine, I’ll add something: mob boss, Chinese waiter, massage parlor madam. I’ll think of something:
There is also fine support from Rudy Chu as the Chinese mob boss and Brian Lee as Jack’s trainer, who manages to switch from drunken comedy clown to kick ass fighter with ease.
Blake: Great. Let me get my dad’s AmEx Black and we’ll be on our way.
Eric: *Puff*. F that. I just finished the trailer. I made sure I’m F’n the Chinese broad and pulling her hair and stuff all over the trailer in between punching out Asian dudes with mah fists and ish. Yea!
Blake: You’re a sick, sick man. But I likes! Let’s call it Dogs of Chinatown.
Sucks that you’ve been receiving threat letters to your home because you decided to donate money to a cause that reinforces your fucked up twisted ideals of marriage. Sucks that you were cornered by the NY Daily News to ask for your thoughts, opinions, and reasonings for donating to a CA proposition, with you being a resident of Chappaqua, NY and all. Sucks that you’ve been made uncomfortable for asserting your personal convictions and violated of your constitutional rights (sound familiar?). Sucks that the SF Chronicle published PUBLIC INFORMATION of all contributors’ names of Prop 8 (supporters/opposers) for the PUBLIC to see. My heart goes out to you.
However, I do have one question for you Maureen. How is it that you can paint the gays and refer to the Pride Parade as a “marvelous spectacle, an iconic lode,” and yet at the end of the day, you find it within your self righteous being to shit out money to support a law that deny gay folks the same rights that you have. Are you telling me that gay folks are mere objects to be critiqued and analyzed, and thus are only good enough to be painted on your canvases, but are not good enough to have their names printed on a marriage license? Ironic that you capitalize from painting imagines of a way of life that you detest secretly, actually, not so secretly now thanks to our buddies at SF Chronicle! To quote that anonymous author from one of your many fan mails, “Your career is over, you nasty piece of s–. F– off! WHORE!”
I had everything planned out. Get on the plane at 11 pm from SFO to JFK. Flip on the TV just in time to watch the 2:30 am East Coast feed of ABDC. Order an OJ from the TV menu for the Vitamin C. And kick back and earn my $240 from our ABDC pool. Except the only channel that didn’t work was MTV. And then there was you.
You were really workin that AzN urban (black tights) hipster (powder blue American Apparel hoodie) cowboy (boots) look. And your white bf. Asics and $80 Ruehl t-shirt. The best was when he took off his shoes and socks. I really hoped he would, cause I love taking cross country red-eyes with the smell of white boy foot odor emanating from the aisle seat. And I also really liked your occasional glances at me, seeking my approval. I didn’t look at you at all (I’ve learned long ago to be satisfied with glances from the periphery) because:
A. I don’t give a fuck, like you do (apparently).
B. I was too busy cursing the blurred image of Mario Lopez introducing Beat Freaks and Qwest to even bother paying attention to you until now, as I await the worst aspect of a Virgin America flight: baggage claim (1 hour to get bags? Really?).
C. My Tylenol PM kicked in just then, luckily enough
Thanks also for allowing me to wake up periodically and seeing you two sleep on top of eachother. If I hadn’t enjoyed my sushi dinner that night, I would have tried to yak.
Now, where is that craigslist missed connections category for “you ruined my day”?.
This Is what you get if you work at Google Corporate in Mountain View:
Free gourmet food at the most exclusive restaurant in the world
Snacks in the form of fresh juice bars, Red Mango yogurt bars, candy shops
Massages
Bikes
Shuttle service to and from major cities, including San Francisco (I wished everyday when I saw it that I could just hop on in The Mission and sleep my way to work…)
Free T-shirts that people covet like Beanie Babies from 1993
A cult of coworkers all between the ages of 22 and 32
College interns from small liberal arts colleges, California public factories, and Ivy’s
Free Stickers (think about that one for a second before you decide how lame it is)
Entire theaters at the Mountain View Century Theaters rented out for big movie premieres
Free water (I had to pay for water cooler access at one of my past jobs)
Game rooms (Rock Band tournaments? What what?)
Clubs and associations
Dog and baby sitting
Laptops
Christmas parties, all over the Bay Area depending on which group you work in
And R&B genius Raphael Saadiq performing on a Wednesday afternoon
This is what I get at Company X where I work:
Fruit (Oranges, grapes, tangerines and bananas. Bananas that get stolen by the old people so they can save them at their desks)
Tickets to three local sports teams (oh wait, that was taken away)
Candy
Lunch at Chevy’s twice a year (which I missed last time, cause yea, ironically, I had to work)
Christmas party at the kitchen
$0.75 sodas at the Korean American Retiree Heritage Club across the parking lot in the building that smells like mold
It was definitely hard going back to work after enjoying an official Google Its It ice cream bar while listening to Raphael sing from the best R&B album of the year: The Way I See It. Sorry JL, Saadiq was there when I had sweaty palms at the Jr. High dance and he was there during all my anniversaries.
To those that don’t think racism against African Americans still exists. It does. “Some of my best friends are Black” and “There’s a Black guy in my family” means racism persists just below the layer. Its all internalized. So when the mayor of Los Alamitos sends out an email with this photo:
I'm outraged! This is totally unrealistic. The White House South Lawn isn't this big in person!
You can be damn sure he’s gonna apologize with the predictable “it was in bad taste” B$. And he’ll be telling his friends that he went to college with the Blacks and dated a Chinese girl once. But you tell me if this is sincere:
Mayor Dean Grose’s apology letter to the City Council, Price and her boss
I am deeply embarrassed in receiving your email, and for any harm or hurt that it may have caused. It was poor judgement on my part and was never intended to be offensive to Ms. Price, your company or anyone in the African American Community. I have exchanged emails with Ms. Price in the past.
I can fully understand your concerns and comments. Please be advised that I have left a voice mail for Ms. Price and will also be sending her a separate email with my apology. You can be assured that I will not allow this to happen again. I in no way was representing the City of Los Alamitos, or my role as a council member in sending this out and it went via my private business email. That doesn’t justify the fact that it was sent, however, we gratefully appreciate the contributions that your company makes to our community and I wish to publically apologize to anyone within the firm or organization that may have been offended.
Its gonna be hard as hell to write a review of a book like this without spoilers. So let me just say this book has gently nestled its way into my Murakami top 3, just under Wind Up Bird Chronicles and barely inching above Norwegian Wood. This means a lot cause I'm a fanatic over his ish and spend way too much money on multiple copies of his books... If you're a veteran Murakami reader, you'll love how long this book is. More time before the Murakami-withdrawal hits. You'll also like hearing from a female protagonist for the first time. If this is your first Murakami book, I'd read one of his books with less magical realism first, After Dark or Kafka on the Shore then move up to 1Q84 about 3-4 books later. Also, you might wanna buy the digital version (although the US hardcopy is a sight to behold) cause this book be phat!
