Thoughts on the Dolores Park Renovation Meeting: Zzzzzzzzzzz
— By Kevin Montgomery (@kevinmonty) |
Totally disappointed in the ‘community meeting’ last night. I sat there the entire time expecting some bro in a beanie to leap over the crowd, smack Bevan Dufty in the face with a longboard and proceed to take a massive hit from a pipe because he needed to ‘mellow out.’ But no, it was just 40 or so NIMBY and political geezers talking a lot but accomplishing nothing. “Dunno bout this, dunno about that, but the community is involved.” Sweet gramps, how can I get involved? “We dunno yet, email us or something.” Literally. That was the conversation. This is your government at work.
Naturally, the meeting wasn’t just about the renovation. No, we had to hear about every little complaint about the park in general.
“Oh hipsters,” cackled some white-haired lady when talking about how there are 40ozs and blunts in her designated off-leash area.
“There’s too much noise,” said some guy who insisted on telling us, repeatedly, that he has lived next door to the park for 32 years.
“GRAFFITI!!!” barked everyone over the age of fun.
The police implored the neighbors to watch over the park and call the police if anything suspicious occurs or people stay in the park beyond some arbitrarily defined park closure hour.
My Mission District
The other day, I had the pleasure of watching some chick get stabbed in the face on my street. Crack, whores, shootings, muggings and other various, you know, real crimes are not a rare occurrence on my side of Mission Street. Yet, these legacy residents are so wrapped up in their goal of forming a permanent storm cloud over the park that they believe bothering the police about someone spray painting a bathroom or drinking a beer at 10:05pm is a top police priority. The worst part? No one was there to tell them they are wrong.