Lifestyles Left and Right

Lifestyles Left and Right

Progressives Push ‘Per-Mile’ Tax on Electric Cars

By 7.10.15

Owners of electric cars see themselves as virtuous — and in some cases, seriously righteous — for leaving a smaller “carbon footprint” than their latter-day Neanderthal neighbors who drive those repulsive, “fossil fuel” powered vehicles. At least that’s how the advertisements for these green cars portray the state of affairs in Obama’s America, circa 2015.

But now the levelers of liberalism are riding close on the taillights of their fellow progressives.

Electric vehicle owners, it seems, have been engaging in some decidedly un-democratic behavior, as they have not been paying their “fair share” of car-related taxes to the state.

Owners of gas-powered cars — you and me — pay local, state, and federal gas taxes at the pump, every time they refuel.

Lifestyles Left and Right

Confit and Blood Sausage in the Hub of Social Justice

By 4.20.15

San Francisco is foodie heaven. If you want to eat out, you will never lack for options. That’s the plus side. On the downside, Ess Eff menus are getting so precious they take the fun out of eating.

You practically need a doctorate to read a menu in this town. I studied Latin and speak some Italian, and still I was stumped at the menu at a high-end Italian eatery. Friends had invited us to join them for dinner and had put down a $50 deposit for the reservation. I peeked online at the menu beforehand. Alas, the big foodie trend is to overcomplicate and over-describe meals. The first antipasto: “chicken liver mousse, spiced pear marmellata and balsamic gelatina.”

“Are there really people who want to eat liver with pear jam and vinegar Jell-O?” I asked my esteemed colleagues, who were trying to work. Comrade Caille Millner, who is far more sophisticated than I when it comes to matters of the palate, said she happily would eat the dish.

Lifestyles Left and Right

The War on Drugs, San Francisco-Style

By 2.26.15

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve had out-of-towners tell me they think San Francisco is a breathtakingly beautiful city — so why is it that City Hall hasn’t done more about baseball pitchers chewing tobacco at city ballparks? No, wait. I can tell you. I’ve never heard that. I have heard countless complaints from tourists and locals about homeless people sprawled on sidewalks, the stink of the city and the creepiness of walking downtown while navigating around urine puddles, feces and used hypodermic needles.

Given those very real assaults on the city’s quality of life, Supervisor Mark Farrell’s plan to introduce an ordinance banning the use of chewing tobacco at every ballpark in town comes across as a veritable trivial pursuit.

Farrell admits that his proposed ban is groundbreaking, as tobacco chewers pose no health risk to others. Smoking foes have cited the health threat of secondhand smoke to justify smoking bans — but secondhand saliva?