Greetings!
As you know, in this town, there is no shortage of bunk. Of hokum. Of hooey wrapped in twaddle dipped in malarky. And when you’re anywhere near Bunker Hill, you can’t throw a rock without hitting some balderdash-stuffed folderal.
Such has been the case here at bunkerhilllosangeles.com, where I’ve long been waist-deep in Chavez Ravine silliness, Cooper Donut claptrap, and Pershing Square poppycock.
So, I thought I’d check in on those three bastions of blatherskite, and see what’s new.
↓ Read all about it, here! ↓
https://bunkerhilllosangeles.com/2024/08/24/checking-in-on-the-bunk/
Thanks for holding them all to account, a lonely job but needed.