Come here, widdle Andrew, let Mommy bury you in her bosom! San Francisco's current best Freudian drama took another lurch into the Viennese land of cigars and trains steaming into tunnels, as the Chronicle reveals that Sunset doyenne and Tom DeLay wannabe Julie Lee told everyone she was going to start her fundraising/money laundering scheme because she just really wanted her little boy to become a San Francisco city supervisor, and the only way he could do that was by raising money for (now-former) Secretary of State Kevin Shelley, so he would endorse Andrew. Julie Lee was convinced Shelley would become the president. (Of the United States? The guy who yelled at people in a bathrobe and with a toothbrush in his hand?) Oh, how mothers crush the dreams of their offspring! Andrew Lee just wants to grow up to be a rap star! Nonetheless, he dutifully ran for office, and came in fourth in his 2002 election (losing to hottie supervisor runner-up and the producer of his first album, Fiona Ma. Dude, it's like when Kanye West went out on his own). Then he tried to get on the PUC board to please his mother, but was stymied by the coup de Daly. Poor guy! What about his dreams? Stand up for yourself, Andrew! "Mom, you've just gotta let me LIVE MY LIFE! I gotta rap!" Picture of Julie Lee (on left) with (anti-gay) Rose Tsai from Asianweek...

New time, same channel. The man everyone either loves or loves to hate, Chris Daly, makes a scene on the Muni. The A's and the Giants kicked off the baseball season in fine style. SFist gets thisclose to Gavin, Al, Sean, Leonardo and Mos Def at the Current TV kickoff party. Who says protests are a waste of time? Seems Arnold got the message at his little fundraising dinner on Tuesday. The supes pass......

You know the organizing principle at team SFist is always: what about the children? So yeah, bummer for Julie Lee about getting indicted for grand theft over the tattered remains of Kevin Shelley's career, huh, as ably reported by the Chron. But -- what about Julie's son? Andrew Lee! A.k.a. Drew Nasty! How will he cope? What will he do? Drew's had a tough go of things since all the smack came down on his mother. He lost his job with Kevin Shelley (he blew his back out lifting "very heavy voter information guides"). He dropped out of law school. The Inc. doesn't seem very interested in picking up his Fiona Ma-produced R&B single. His band C-Quence isn't playing gigs anymore. Sure, he sang "I Left My Heart in San Francisco" at a fundraiser last week, but how many more gigs like that is our crooner going to have now that Mom's fighting to stay out of the slammer? And was there a rap interlude in the middle? Julie Lee's refusing to comment on any of this, calling it all "Westerner gossip" (Gourmet de l'Ouest, watch that mouth!), but we're worried sick about Andrew! How's your neck holding up, guy? Chronicle photo by Paul Chinn...

>...or is it a DCist cameo on SFist? Our sister site notes that one of our local boys, Adam Werbach, and his new group, the November 3 Theses have invaded their town to wheat-paste flyers on the doors of the DNC. Kind of like Martin Luther, except he had 95 theses and the November Thirders only have nineteen. ...