Skip to comments.John Avalos: I-t-w-a-s-a-j-o-k-e
Posted on 05/23/2012 9:27:27 PM PDT by SmithL
The wacky and wonderful world of San Francisco politics once again went viral, this time after the City Insider and other local publications reported on Supervisor John Avalos remarks that he summoned the ghost of former Supervisor Harvey Milk to find out how the slain gay civil rights leaders would feel about having a U.S. Navy vessel named after him.
During the City Hall debate Tuesday, supervisors said they conferred with Milks nephew, friends, former colleagues and compatriots, gay rights activists, the anti-war contingent and others on the issue; the affable Avalos, known around City Hall for his humor, said he consulted the Ouija board for help.
By the time the John Avalos Google alert got cranking overnight, it became apparent that the item drew national interest after it was picked up by the Associated Press and spread to Fox News, the Boston Herald, the Los Angeles Times and scores more media outlets.
The Huffington Post placed the story in its Weird News section. TV crews were in City Hall Wednesday to report on the story, or really the fact that it got peoples attention.
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So, consulting the Ouija board was a joke, but the discussion about naming a US Navy vessel after the deceased gay councilmen was not?
God help us. Please do not do this to our Navy. Naming one of the logisitical ships after the marxist activist was bad enough.
Naming a navy ship after a gay guy? Is it long, round, hard, and full of seamen?
Good one ;)
And the gay mates on board the USS Harvey Milk could all sing:
On the good ship, wollipop!
Condolences to all those men who are required to serve on the USS Tutti-Fruity, aka, Milk.
USS Milk Dud.
Why not? Didn’t Hillary say she talked to Eleanor Roosevelt?
“Oh, Eleanor, do you have any advice for me?”
“Yes, dear, don’t wear purple. It makes you look too wide.”
I entered, determined to fulfill my quest. The place was full of mannequins in leather and studs. Whips, chains, the whole bit. Realizing my mistake, I decided to look around, what the heck, it was the only time I'd probably ever get to see such a place.
It was the gift cards that got my attention, and they were a riot. I was reading cards and laughing hilariously and this little clip-haired guy comes up to me in a leather vest, ear ring, and gotee, right out of central casting... Complete with lisp, he whispers, "Can I help you?"
"You know," I said between giggles, "these cards are REALLY funny." I told him the story of how I got there. I wanted pink flamingos for my girlfriend to pull a stunt on one of her friends. Thinking that nobody would make such things seriously any more, I was looking for a gag store. So I'd let my fingers do the walking. This place had the biggest ad in the phone book. It made sense, 'Jokes in Hollywood, land of Mel Blanc, Loony Tunes, Roger Rabbit... COOL!' Oops. Oh well, "You know, these cards are really funny."
I guess he thought I was merely a clueless straight guy. He had no idea I'd grown up in San Francisco. He explained to me in hushed tones, "Well, these are sexual gags." I looked at him and didn't hesitate a second, "Oh, you mean BOUND and gagged!"
He didn't laugh, and asked me to leave. No sense of humor. So much for "gay people" I guess.
“Askin’ to be shown the “Whips and Chains” section, he was, Yer Honor.”