SFist On Wrong Side of Warm Water Cove

SFist takes artistic license too far south to new low describing the graffiti clean-up near Potrero Hill as, “what was the south wing of the graffiti artist "gallery" at Warm Water Cove is now a pristine green monster of a wall with no tagging at all.”

A couple of responses come to mind; yet, like graffiti, neither of which is legal. Firstly, instant notoriety is cheap, so earn your initials! If anyone wants to tag a Green Monster, come see me on 'game day.' I’m an avid J.E.T.S. fan with a rigid body painting ritual. Speaking of green, how 'bout the immortal words of Peter Tosh:

“Don’t criticize it; legalize it!”

If you prefer a graffiti gallery to a dog park, then 'man up' and 'make a buck.' Charge by the cover or charge by the can. Host parties, celebrate artist and upcoming bands. Who knows? Who cares?

I don’t. Instead, I care about vandals who think they're fucking with 'the man' when they're only fucking over themseves (and us). Grow up, our youth can have a childhood. It's no fun explaining why some jackass painted penis or "N" word on a wall to impressionable young minds. Consider yourself lucky Gavin Newsom and his Graffiti Czar, Officer Putts, installed cameras, because they're the only thing protecting you from me. And, you don’t want to fuck with me.

I'LL SHOVE THAT CAN STRAIGHT UP YOUR AEROSOL!

Wake up! This is America, the home of free will and enterprise. Stop infringing on others rights and take advantage of few of your own. Start a business, you can charge assholes like me to see the shit you do!

SFist: Warm Water Cove Going To The Dogs by Jim

Photo Credit: SFist. An SFPD cruiser backs out from the cove after responding to a report of possible taggers in the area.

Graffiti Party at Chicken John's

Today, as promised, San Francisco's Warm Water Cove, aka Tire Beach, aka Toxic Beach got a fresh new coat of paint. Mayoral candidate, Chicken John Rinaldi, weighes in on the whitewashing.

I completely disagree. My retirement plan includes a three-wheeled bicycle with a basket-full-o-paint... sponsored by Frazee to "white out" careless mistakes intended to voice protest or tag ones's ego to a wall, but only serve to erode the esteem, hearts and minds of the community with each step towards the playground, work or worship.

Graffiti is as welcome as a sidewalk Jesus with a megaphone. If we want it, we'll pay for it. Chicken John should step off his soap box and put his walls where his mouth is… home sweet home. This is our (The City) house. We will protected our house! I say we pay John a visit at the Chicken Ranch to stencil, pen and paint what we want, when we want, where we want. I doubt very much he'll enjoy my genius at work (mural above the headboard).

If one's confused about a graffiti and art, a good rule of thumb is too look for a price tag. Graffiti costs us all. Real graffti art is framed and hung on a wall. Check out Brian B’s work at Rye at 688 Geary Street or rent the movie Basquiat or swing by my place and I'll show you my Bornacelli.