With h brown
San Francisco's Court Jester at the Department of Elections,
Wednesday, filed papers declaring his candidacy for Mayor of San
On a mission from God:
Court Jester files to run for Mayor of San Francisco
June 7, 2007
h. brown vs Gavin II takes shape!
("This time we're in my hood," says brown)
Yesterday, against the advice of all my pregnant girlfriends
(they have 'pregnancy brain' anyway), sober friends and allies,
I followed the voice of God as it came to me on the 38 Geary Limited
(is there a better place for a modern 'burning bush'?). Hearing
the Lord God Almighty, Benevolent Ruler of Heaven and Earth, (with,
albeit, a spotty attendance record), I listened to the Lord and
"Run, h! RUN!!"
Since the bus was pretty crowded, and I had a window seat, I
decided that She didn't mean for me to try and get up and run
right there. I took it as a broader suggestion that I run for
I wudda lost my window seat if I answered the call, and tried
to start running on the 38 Limited, barreling in from the Richmond
at 9am. It was good enough for me.
Dig Art Bruzzone tonite!
(Comcast, channel 11 at 6:30pm)
It also airs on Friday at 8:00pm, and Sunday at 8:30pm. I decided
to announce my candidacy on Arthur Bruzzone's show, SFUnscripted,
where I was already scheduled to tape an appearance.
Arthur Bruzzone and h. Brown
You gotta hand it to Bruzzone. He is, without a doubt, the most
independent political TV show in the Bay Area. The guy interviews
people ranging from the far, far left, to the far, far right.
You need only have something to say and be a local locus of political
energy at the time the interview runs. Once filmed, you become
a part of the Bruzzone archives, which have captured every major
mover and shaker in San Francisco over the past several decades.
It's always an honor to speak with Bruzzone.
You can be blackballed by every institution in town (like me),
and Bruzzone will interview you and ask why. You can be a wonk
closed up in your own world, and Bruzzone will still interview
Entry for Mayor up 50%
So, I blind-sided Bruzzone by taking his curiosity at what happened
at last Saturday's 'Progressive
Convention,' and answered to the effect that all of our male
Progressive hierarchy failed a balls check, and that I'd be running
in their place.
It cost $3,334 to run for Mayor in '03. The 'Progressive' Board
kicked that up to $4,915 to run this time. Or you can gather 10,000
signatures at $1.50 a pop, plus shipping and handling. You can
spend $20,000 to get on the ballot going the signature route,
or you can come up with five grand out of pocket. So, Daly and
Mirkarimi and Peskin and all the other 'left' supes, increased
the filing fee for Mayor to such a level that even the most knowledgeable
and devoted of the poor were shut out. But God had a different
To call it 'serendipitous,' or something akin would account
for the fact that just as this election arrives, the feds sent
me almost the exact amount I needed to run a candidate (I didn't
know how close the numbers were at the time - I'd thought it was
just under $4,000 and I'd be able to repay the principle on an
old debt to a friend). Whatever, damned near the exact amount
needed to fund the entry fee for a lefty candidate showed up in
my mailbox a couple of weeks ago.
Keefer and Salomon said 'No'
They're always my first choices for any applicable office. Krissy
Keefer is still recovering from fighting Nancy Pelosi while fending
off attacks from within her own lefty ranks. I don't blame her
for not wanting to get out in front of many of the same spears
this go around. And Marc Salomon is interviewing for actual paying
Nevertheless, I'm asking Keefer (here) to be my campaign manager
and Salomon to be my spokesperson. I doubt they'll have much to
do anyway, even if they accept. It should make for interesting
Friday Salons this election season, though.
My candidacy is about getting a serious conversation started,
folks. I know Newsom. I ran against him in 2002 for District 2
Supervisor, and there's a documentary on the effort called "Cheap
Rent" that we've never quite finished. Perhaps it's because
it really won't be finished until after this campaign. You'll
be able to see snippets of it as the campaign progresses.
Me? I thought the occasion was a great opportunity for me to
advance my pursuit of a gorgeous woman I've been pursuing for
the last few weeks. I'm not above that.
"Wanna be my girlfriend?"
I'm a tough date. I invite you to share my world, and you don't
get to drive during the race. That translates into about one girlfriend
every five or six years, but they are the best. I've been interviewing.
h. Brown with his amorous hopeful
Yesterday afternoon, I invited my latest prospect to meet me
at UN Plaza, so she could come with me, Luke Thomas, Thomas' plus-one,
Elaine Santore, Salomon, and Doug McAbee to announce my candidacy
on Art's show. First, we needed to go by Luke's place and meet
him and Elaine (who was absorbing her own firing
from SFist.com that I didn't even know about yet.)
h. Brown's campaign slogan: "All that you've read or heard
about Newsom is true."
I was late picking her up, and she said that she'd been hit
on ceaselessly while she waited for me. Needless to say, she wasn't
So we went to pick up Luke and Elaine. She knew them, and they
gave me credibility. Of course, they weren't there. She was wearing
high heels, and it was at least 10 blocks to where I thought Bruzzone's
studio was located (I was off by 15 blocks). I had to shield her
from my 'neighbors' as we worked our way down 6th Street and headed
toward the Channel 11 studios.
"I'm going back to work."
You couldn't blame her, could you? She was just getting settled
in a new job, and had taken the afternoon off to follow this crazy
guy she barely knew through the most dangerous section of town.
I knew I wasn't lying, and that there really was a TV show, and
that Luke and Elaine would really show up, and so would Doug and
Marc. But here we were, trudging down the street while I drank
the last of a pony bottle of champagne, and she thought it might
make sense to get away while the getting was good.
I wondered about fate and that kind of thing. You find out pretty
early in a relationship whether the person will risk something
for you. To you, what you're asking might seem insignificant.
To them, it could mean stepping off a cliff. I wanted her to walk
further down the street with me and be on my arm for my ascent
into history. She might have thought we were headed for
She turned around, and walked away with me. Isn't that a line
from a Roy Orbison song? Well, she did, and we'll find out what
happens with that but now, the column is called for by the publisher
of first promise
Buckle up, buckaroos!
I'm running for Mayor.
Are you running with me?
h. brown is a 62 year-old keeper of sfbulldog.com,
an eclectic site featuring a half dozen City Hall denizens. h
is a former sailor, firefighter, teacher, nightclub owner, and
a hard-living satirical muckraker. Email
h at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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