The SF Health Department is siding with those who want to see San Francisco lose its identity, with the classic, “if you can’t afford to be here, then get the fuck out of the city” attitude. Here’s the Tamale Lady just recently slinging tamales in the TL, where I think I speak for everyone when I say, “keep the hell out, health department!”
Word on the street is Frank Chu is having his signs confiscated by the planning department and buskers around the city are being required to submit a daily tax to the entertainment commission. Unconfirmed reports tell the Tenderlife that city supervisors are also taking a percentage of the money they are entitled to out of the cups of homeless beggars as they walk by them.
This just in: Whistling on your way to work will not require you to get a license from the city so long as you limit your audience to under 20 people who can reasonably hear you. We won, San Francisco! We won!
Perhaps you don’t speak for everyone?
Maybe an emotional attachment to a particular good or service shouldn’t preclude our Department of Public Health from doing its job, like protecting San Franciscans from food-bourne bacteria?
Maybe city supervisors also recognize that no one’s actually getting E. Coli or hepatitis A from that sweet local latina who sells overpriced tamales, and are working to find a solution?
Maybe health experts should prevent health problems. Maybe politicians should fix political problems. Maybe everyone is doing exactly what we pay them to do.
On the other hand, the issue has generated some top-notch local outrage porn, so there’s that.