James Mitchell, heir to the Mitchell Bros. empire of adult films and strip joints, was sentenced today to 35 years to life in prison for the 2009 murder of girlfriend Danielle Keller. Mitchell was convicted last month of bludgeoning Keller to death with an aluminium baseball bat at her home in Novato - which Mitchell tried to deny when he took the stand himself in early July. With the sentencing handed down, Mitchell has moved on to blaming his conviction on the "big circus" surrounding the trial due to his family name.
Mitchell Brothers Heir Gets 35 to Life for Murder, Blames Conviction on Porny Provenance
Mitchell Brothers Heir Takes Stand in Murder Trial, Claims He Didn't Do It
James Mitchell, son of the late Mitchell Brothers porn empire co-founder Jim Mitchell, took the stand in his own trial yesterday for the murder of his 29-year-old girlfriend, Danielle Keller. Mitchell is accused of clubbing Keller to death with a baseball bat in her backyard in July, 2009, and kidnapping their baby, on the day of their baby's first birthday. He caused a bit of shock in the Marin County courtroom, and not a little bit of heartache for the victim's family, when he told a story of arriving at Keller's home and hearing her cry for help, then encountering two men in her side yard, fighting with them, and forcibly having to prevent one of them from kidnapping the baby. Mind you, Keller had a restraining order against Mitchell at the time, and most of the trial has centered on eyewitness accounts of neighbors who saw Mitchell beating Keller with a metal baseball bat while she lay face down in the grass.
Here We Go Again
Conservatives are doing what they do best-- feigning outrage over trivial little thing, that being the fact that Gavin issued a proclamation making last Friday, "Colt Studio Day." For those not in the know, Colt Studio is a gay porn company in San Francisco that just recently celebrated it's 40th Anniversary.
Let's All Go to the Movies
Yep, it's holiday time and that makes it a great time to go to the movies. After all, by Friday the family has pretty much run out of things to talk about so seeing movies is a way for the family to do stuff together without ever talking.
So what's opening this week?
Unskinny Bopping No Longer Allowed
Let's see, here's a list of things in San Francisco you can't do:
-Smoke (tobacco, that is).
-Put left-over food in a Styrofoam container
-Go shopping with plastic bags
-Stop somebody from taking a dump on the street
And now we can add another thing to the list-- no more "private dancing" in private booths at strip clubs. All of this thanks to the Commission on the Status of Women who went and gone did it and passed a bill banning private booths. The decision is now up to the Board of Supervisors who have the final say on this as we guess the Commission on the Status of Drunk, Horny Frat Boys were too hungover to weigh in on the subject. And if there's anything out there that deserves to be put on a ballot and voted on we say it's this. We mean, wouldn't the campaign commercials (usually probably airing at like 1 in the morning) be awesome? "Biff's buddies wanted to get him a special lap dance for his bachelor party, but thanks to a bunch of freedom-loving Feminazis, he was unable to. Because of them, he had to have his bachelor party at Chuck E. Cheese...."
Unskinny Bop
Wednesday night, a San Francisco commission is all set to take up one of the pre-eminent issues facing our fair city-- private booths in strip clubs. For those who have never frequented a strip club (we, of course, find strip clubs exploitive of women and those photos that circulated around the internet of SFist at the strip club are totally false and it wasn't our idea and we didn't pay for it!!!!), private booths are places where you can go and get a "special" kind of lap dance for extra money, all depending on the amount of money. Hey, sometimes you need a little privacy. The issue is whether to allow them or not.
The 49ers Gone Wild
In Sunday's Chron, Ray Ratto had a pretty funny little piece about all the obstacles the 49ers, and A's, face in getting a new stadium built. In it, Ratto turned the challenge into a board game you can play at home. Land on the "Board of Supervisors," for instance and you're told that you will "lose five hours of your life while they argue about what kind of plants to put in the stadium foyer and which gardening service should water them." But while Ratto mentioned all the usual problems, he never mentioned the difficulties the Niners might face when an extremely politically incorrect training video that makes fun of the Mayor mysteriously shows up in Matier & Ross' in-box. Also in the video are lesbian scenes. Not to mention ethnic jokes, gay marriage jokes, gay prison sex jokes, lots of nudity, and all sorts of other goodies. Aye carumba!
Wake the Dead
With Dr. Hunter S. Thompson moving on to bigger and better things, writers, critics, stoners and other hangers-on are organizing tributes around the country and around the world. But we have a feeling that the only one Hunter himself would have attended would be right here in San Francisco at the Edinburgh Castle Pub. Sure, Jahn Wenner will probably throw some blockbuster event full of literary luminaries in New York, but we all know that Rolling Stone lost any counter-cultural relevance it may have had when they moved across the country, and it's in San Francisco where the independent spirit and the embrace of the surreal that was Thompson's legacy still lives on. From the press release:

