West Hollywood...dyke Sheriff with big swinging di**! Stick to softball...

There is nothing worse that a dyke meter-maid on a bicycle - especially when they are stalking a potential victim to meet their quota for the day - in gay gluch in West Hollywood.

These low-life hefty bags are under the impression they’ve got big swinging di**s between their legs!

And, if you happen to have the misfortune to be riding in traffic behind one of these two-ton piglets, the ugly sight of rolls of fat hanging over the bicycle seat are enough to make anyone with the strongest stomach puke.

Today, I caught sight of one who obviously had an IQ of about 2.

And, all the personality of a slug.

In spite of the fact motorists were either paid-up at the meter, or protected by a handicapped tag in their windshield,, she stood in the street staring at drivers (awaiting to alight or drive on) sure there must be something wrong that might warrant a ticket.

This especially rang true in respect to a white gay male minding his own business as he waited for a male friend to finish up shopping and return to the car.

It was obvious from where I stood that the man-hater with the psychological problems was suffering from a severe case of penis envy!

Yeah, strapping a dildo on, doesn’t quite do it.

Eh, , diesel Jane?
 
Why don't they stick with softball?

 
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San Francisco...meter maids have sh*t for brains! Harassment of tourists...

Meter maid in San Francisco a dumb fuc*!

Quite a few tourists were startled to return to their new vehicles and spot a parking ticket on their windshield this morning in San Francisco in view of the fact their meters were either paid up to the max or a disabled placard was posted visibly for any city official to spy.

Upon close scrutiny - after determing why the ticket was issued - the victims were mad as hell.

Obviously, the meter maid had sh** for brains, and was ignorant of the law.

In spite of the fact the subject vehicle(s) bore "dealer" plates - and there was a prominent temporary registration in the front windshield - the officer issued a citation!

What a useless worm!

On the tickets issued, the piece of ka ka's initials appear (T.C.) with Badge No. 0179, if you are one of those unfortunate individuals who crossed paths with this mean-spirited loser.

In California, T.C. - and other states around the country - a "dealer's plate" and temporary registration visibly affixed to the windshield - is acceptable under the law until the new plates arrive from the DMV!

In sum, the actions of the officer amount to harassment of innocent motorists, plain  and simple.

I trust the Mayor will investigate this matter, void the tickets in question, and put an end to this shocking stupidity designed to frauduently extort money from local residents and tourists alike!

San Francisco a sophisticated intelligent city?

Not on your life.

City of a**holes!

No, you can't ticket a cable car, dummy!

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Parking Meters...new-fangled money-grabbing devices! Solar-powered in West Hollywood...

Parking Meters are big business today.

Years ago, drivers simply plopped their quarters into the slot - roughly calculated what to pay - then trundled on down the street.

It was a common site to witness a business man excusing himself from an interview to hastily run outside to plug some coins into the slot before the meter maid careened outside to a screeching stop.

Yes, many of us had to rely on the honesty of the Sheriff, if we wanted to avoid a ticket.

I witnessed an amusing scene one day when I went into a courtroom to contest a downed sign in Malibu.

When an elderly man's name was called out by the Bailiff, he shuffled up to the podium.

By his posture, it was quite evident that he was ready to do battle with the Judge.

When he barked out that the meter had 3 minutes on it, the Judge surprised everyone with her sympathetic response.

"Sir, if you came all the way down here and say there were three minutes left on the meter, I believe you. Case dismissed."

Everyone in the courtroom was ecstatic.

Maybe the rest of us would luck out, too.

In the old days, a driver could cruise around the neighbourhood looking for a meter that had not expired, scoot right into the spot, and save a few pennies.

Not nowadays!

In recent years, City Officials have introduced a new-fangled meter that has the capacity to issue tickets for the whole block. So, instead of a number of unsightly meters blotting the landscape, there is just one aesthetically-pleasing meter with a computer that prints a ticket according to the time-frame specified.


Unfortunately, this means there are no more free rides.

Also, the ticketing process is a whole lot more efficient.



Citizens can no longer play fast and loose and hope that the Meter Maid may be on lunch break.

In fact, I understand that the nifty little machine emits a signal that indicates when the time has expired. Chances are, parkers will only have a precious second or two to dawdle with, before the parking attendant dashes up with ticket book in hand.

West Hollywood and Beverly Hills recently unveiled a new meter known as FlexPay.

The state-of-the-art meters incorporate cutting-edge technology that provide convenient solutions such as ease of payment with a credit card. The system uses the same encryption technology that is used by banks and other financial institutions.

And, the meters are solar-powered.

What will they think of next?

Parking signs that transmit their restrictions telephathically to the driver?

If you want to avoid all this money-grubbing business, take the bus!