Snark of the day: Clubs are drug-free zones

Club Six, located on San Francisco's notorious stretch of Sixth Street slums and SROs, is not exactly what you'd call a welcome neighbor at this point. Residents say they've had enough of the noise and the crowds and the crime, and they're pushing for a license revocation -- or some other means of getting the club owner to adhere to the letter of the good neighbor agreement he signed.

The people who want to "save" Club Six may have some legitimate arguments, but frankly the stunning displays of nastiness and classism from that group have turned me off to whatever validity their messages might have. According to many of them, being poor and living on Sixth means you're a junkie or a derelict and that you shouldn't deserve some relative peace and quiet. Never mind that if it wasn't for the Shitty Sixth and SF's social welfare network, many of the artists and musicians that make the SF scene so vibrant never would have had a launching pad, but that's something for another blog entry.

No one expects Sixth to be suburban quiet. The street has its problems and noise and crime and the people who lived there are used to dealing with that going on constantly in the background. The neighbors are saying that what goes on at Club Six has crossed the line and I think their claims deserve legitimate and level-headed examination.

In the meantime, enjoy some of the out-there comments from someone by the name of Yogo, in SFist's entry about the drama. He (or she) is convinced that the neighbors don't want Club Six around because they're all junkies and derelicts, and that "the clubs scare off the druggies."

Yes, San Francisco nightclubs are truly paragons of clean living where nary a snort or a toke is observed.

Of course, that accusation came from someone who also believes that the Coalition on Homelessness "seeds" parts of town to prevent gentrification (if so, it doesn't seem to be working very well). Would we expect anything less?