I agree with this.
There's nothing SF loves more than getting its panties in a bunch in a way that makes a lot of noise and absorbs a lot of city and county resources but serves to change little. Don't get me wrong, over the course of a long and tumultuous affair, I did come to love my home of four years, but that doesn't get it a pass.
From Critical Mass to this kind of crap, SF misses the point. The editor linked above gets it, but no one noticed.