Chip Johnson has a nice piece about the awkwardness of Meg Whitman opening a campaign office near Lake Merritt, in a city that is guarandamnteed to vote for her opponent, a certain former mayor who shall not be named. Our favorite bits: until recently, the storefront included a sign that both urged passers-by to smile and warned that the sidewalk was under electronic surveillance; and a neighbor who expressed his moral outrage at Whitman’s presence by sputtering, “This is 94610!” Got any gang signs to go along with that shout-out? Five digits in the hizzouse, beyotch.
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