Thursday, October 15, 2009


It was a friend's birthday the other day. So we had cake. I love cake!

The best cake in Chinatown is from a place on Stockton Street. It is crowded and busy and people bustle in and out. They have a very wide selection of mooncakes, and they are also well-regarded for their egg tarts and little custard pies. But they are best at cake.

The AA Bakery and Cafe
1068 Stockton St. San Francisco, CA 94108

That's pronounced 'wing hing beng kaa cha tsan-teeeeeeng!'
It means 'Eternal Prosperity Bakery and Tea-Cafeteria'.

It's fun sitting there and snarfing down something sweet with a big cup of milk-tea while watching aunties pushing and shoving at the counter, and the tourist people coming in, looking lost and baffled for a few moments, before sort of drifting out in a daze.

Folks, it's all affordable. So what if you don't know what it is. How hard is it to figure out that curry roll is savory, egg tart is sweet, and anything that looks like a cookie probably IS a cookie?
Yeah, a pineapple bun looks strange. Try it. Fifty cents really gonna break the bank?

But their cakes are superb! Best fruit chunks, angle food layers, and cream filling combinations in all of Chinatown. And they are artists, doing very beautiful icing sculpture too.

It isn't a real birthday celebration unless there's a cake from AA.

So how old IS he? About fifty five? Sixty?
He still LOOKS vibrant and vigorous - must be all that rich sweetened butter cream filling his joints. And the fruit. Fruit is healthy.

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Most miserable protest ever!

What a monumental waste of time. International ANSWER and Richard Becker were holding a protest down at the new Federal Building at Mission and Seventh, and it stank.

Okay, maybe about one hundred to one hundred and fifty middle-aged Berkeley nimrods showed up. Plus one or two idiots wearing those checkered shemag-type rags.

The speeches were all across the board. Very pointless. Some abgry Latin housewife ranted about the San Francisco Board of Supervisors. They arrested her last week and fined her several thousand dollars for littering and postering. The nerve! Ay madre Maria!

The fact that you get fined for littering, if you litter, is, apparently, a sign of horrible depravity and imperialist suppport for dumping daisy-cutters on Afghan farmers and recruiting fourteen year olds in the American school system. Oakland is just as bad. They're all icky bastards.

Richard Becker spoke too. It was very uninspiring, very unfocussed. Several other people screamed strident things into the microphone. There was some insipid and anemic chanting at some point.

No, it wasn't about Israel. I don't really know what it was about. The whole excercise seemed remarkably pointless. Maybe Grant Patel is right; maybe Richard Becker has lost his manhood. I wonder who the she-gorgon is who emasculated him. If that's the best that the America-hating commies on the West-Coast can do, there is nothing to fear. The twenty cops who were there could snuff the revolution out before anyone even blinked.

Pathetic. Stupid. Pointless. Loopy. Very San Francisco. Cold and windy. Bah.

Richard Becker, go back to the drawing board. And get some medical help for your manhood. Maybe it's not the size that is deficient (sorry, Grant), maybe it's the complete lack of testicular impressiveness to begin with. You are old, scruntchy, and sallow. Your teeth look rotten, and those glasses look rather goobus. You are a most unimpressive man. Richard Becker, you are a shallow and very silly weasel.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Admiring the artistic rapist

Two other bloggers have written about sex with a thirteen year old girl. My heavens, what is this world coming to? Shenanigans with a teenage girl! Exciting, lah!
Admittedly, neither one explores the erotic aspect of Roman Polanski's despoliation of the young lady in any way, but that they write of it at all indicates what a powerful influence the event had.
Quote: "Whoopi Goldberg is barking mad. Yesterday she said that what Roman Polanski did in 1977 wasn't 'rape rape'."
Quote: "France has finally conceded, albeit grudgingly, that committing statutory rape on an American girl is a crime. Even if the girl is very American (wow, naked Hollywood teenager!), and even if the rapist is a respected European artist."

Genius, intellectual, pedophile, rapist, sodomite, and .... FRENCH!

In short: Roman Polanski (Roman Rajmund Polański; born August 18, 1933), a much-admired European import in Hollywood in the prime of his life (44 years old), gives alcohol and drugs to a young girl (13 years old), removes her clothing despite her protestations, and forces himself upon her. Then, worried that an accidental pregnancy might testify to his crime, he decides instead to finish his act in her anus. After he has slaked his lusts, he tells the girl "don't tell your mother - this is our secret".

"Don't tell your mother about this; this is our secret."

He was arrested after thirty two years hiding out among his intellectual kindred:

The arrest prompted angry criticism on Monday from fellow filmmakers and actors across Europe.
"It seems inadmissible ... that an international cultural evening, paying homage to one of the greatest contemporary filmmakers, is used by police to apprehend him," says a petition circulating in France and signed by artists including Costa Gavras, Stefen Frears and Monica Bellucci.
Oscar-winning director Andrzej Wajda and other Polish filmmakers also appealed for the immediate release of Polanski

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Inadmissible? What strange planet are you from?

In Paris, French Foreign Minister Bernard Kouchner said he hoped Polanski could be quickly freed by the Swiss, calling the apprehension a "bit sinister."
Polanski was "thrown to the lions," said French Culture Minister Frederic Mitterrand. "In the same way that there is a generous America that we like, there is also a scary America that has just shown its face."

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"I said, like, 'No, no. I don't want to go in there. No, I don't want to do this. No', and then I didn't know what else to do."

With all due respect for the many talented people who believe that cinematographic excellence puts one above the law, and for all the serious intellectuals and culture pundits, both in France and elsewhere, I cannot but think that this is a sick sick world.
Roman Polanski is an unreconstructed, unapologetic, and incontrite child molester who fails to understand the gravity and sheer nastiness of his crime, and the people who call for his release are sick depraved bastards whose fame has gone to their heads.

He is not above the law, no matter how stupendous and important his contribution to movies. None of his fans are above the law, and none of them should use their high positions as bully pulpits to insist that one of theirs who committed a horrible offense somehow deserves immunity.
They are disgusting, and their hero-worship of Roman Polanski proves them unwholesome and undeserving of respect.

It's a question of VALUES - Hollywood and the European intelligentsia do not have any.
They are moral midgets and ethical invalids.