Palin-Biden VP Debate in the FLESH - m4w - 52 (berkeley)
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Date: 2008-10-02, 6:49AM PDT
We watch the VP debate together tonight. Then, you be Palin and I'll be Biden and we re-enact it in a dom-sub fashion. If Palin scores against Biden, you get to be the domme bitch and out comes the flogger. If Biden k-o's the Alaskan pitbull with lipstick, I get to tie you up and put lipstick on your nipples while you kneel. Or, whatever fun play our perverted minds dream up in the moment.
The country is going down the tubes, what with another senseless Wall Street war, $700 billion bailouts for the well-connected and an electorate that thinks they live in a Democracy because they vote for American Idol. But none of that means you shouldn’t have a little drinking fun while watching the Vice Presidential debates tonight between running mates Sen. Joe Biden, an experienced logroller and corporate lackey and Alaska Governor Sarah Palin, a gun-toting mother of five, who has come out of the great Alaskan bush to run the country.
We here at the SF Weekly suggest you get rip-roaring drunk, a condition we're convinced will help you enjoy the debate while inoculating you against the absurdity. To that end, we’ve devised a little drinking game because we’re helpful...
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Blushing! Read the whole thing here. --Andy Wright
Tari Ramirez was convicted of second degree murder yesterday, for stabbing his former girlfriend, Claire Tempongkoto, to death in front of her two children in 2000.
Ramirez had been arrested several times for domestic violence, and had stalked Tempongkoto and left her threatening phone calls prior to killing her. Tempongkoto had filed two complaints against Ramirez with the police, who said they would file an emergency order barring Ramirez from contacting his ex-girlfriend, but the order apparently got lost in a bureaucratic morass and was never issued. Ramirez evaded police for years and was eventually arrested in Mexico and extradited back to the states in 2006. In the meantime, Tempongkoto's mother and two children sued the city of San Francisco for failing to protect her.
After finding Ramierz guilty of murdering Tempongkoto, the jury then had to decide whether he was guilty of murder or manslaughter. The argument for the manslaughter conviction?
The defense said Ramirez had acted out of blind rage after Tempongko told him she had aborted his child.
Nice. Nothing like countering a possible murder rap with the She's-the-Real-Murderer-She-Killed-a-Helpless-Fetus-Argument. Every woman should know that when they decide to get an abortion, it might just send their partner into a blind murdering rage. They should just put that right there on the forms to fill out. --Andy Wright
By Joe Eskenazi
Brian Yaeger has hit the big time. A public relations company recently called the 34-year-old San Franciscan and asked him what address he’d like his complimentary six-pack of Newcastle Brown mailed to. No, there’s not going to be any money involved – but he does have free beer flowing his way, for now and the foreseeable future. Which is nice.
Of course, that’s the happy byproduct of pulling off a feat that’ll earn him a promotion to minor deity in fraternity houses nationwide: Yaeger took off on a multi-state beer run – and managed to get himself a book deal out of it. The result is Red, White and Brew, which is officially pops its literary cap today.
All-told, Yaeger visited 27 breweries and 16 brew pubs on a seven-week, nationwide beer run starting in Pottsville, Penn. (home of Yuengling, the oldest brewery in the realm), tracing up into New England, rolling through the Midwest, hitting Lawrence, Kan., traipsing through the Rockies, finding Portland, Ore., shooting through California, reaching Texas via the Sonora Desert and, finally, concluding in Rehoboth Beach, Del., home of Dogfish Head Brewing (the beer beer snobs go on about the way regular guys talk about Scarlett Johansson.). And, yes, he slept in the car.
Yaeger’s beer odyssey stemmed from a collegiate writing course in which he found himself the only possessor of a Y-Chromosome among 16 students. On Day One, his female colleagues told the professor, in succession, they wanted to write about “my relationship with (fill in loved one/family member).” Almost instinctually, Yaeger blurted out that he wanted to write about beer. The idea stuck.
