Mark Morford occasionally irritates me with the overheatedness and the hyperbole and the predictable rhythm of his writing, but today he's pretty damned entertaining.
And toward them, we normally just roll our eyes and shake our heads and smile, and feel a fleeting moment of sympathy before shrugging them off like you would a 2-year-old throwing ice cream at a tree.
Giggles.
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