Kalanick is not just Uber’s biggest liability, he’s also the perfect fall guy.

Ugh. This guy.

In my latest column for the S.F. Examiner, I try to focus on the usual shit about my personal life and try to come up with another ribald story that’s fit for print, but as I was working on the column Tuesday night, the news of Kalanick’s resignation broke and I felt compelled to say something.

Sure, his ouster probably means nothing, but… what if a new, kinder, gentler Uber emerged from the rubble of his tyrannical reign? One that followed the law, treated drivers well, established rates that made sense and finally admitted they’re a transportation company and started acting like one?

We’d really be fucked then.

Read the column here.

Click here to read the print version if you have difficulties with the Examiner site.

There is a painful typo in paragraph 10 that’s like a dagger in my gut, but what can I say? I live with an infant who recently figured out how to scream at the top of her lungs. Not because she’s upset or mad or in any kind of distress. Just because it’s fun. So uh… yeah. I’m a tad distracted these days.