Mark Morford has put the finger on a nebulous thought I have had (growing in me) for several years now.  He nails the one thing that is really the very best about the Obama candidacy.  I will quote innocuous parts from his article below the fold.

But what I want you all to do before you click the link to the article at the end of the diary, is to guess what it is.  So, if you will, post your guesses in comments first and then read the article.  

(Yeah, my students hated me for this too :-)  

Mark Morford, one of the best satirical journalists weighs in on the BEST OF 07, naming IRAQ, winner of BEST WAR OF 2007. The relentless passing of time, has no effects on this war. Each year it enters History's Hall of Shame, without end as long as Bush/Cheney are at the helm. It's so agonizingly painful that Morford's column this time in '08 will read again,

The many years of this calamitous, tragic war have been augural, each year’s outcome predictable, no crystal ball needed. And no matter how WE THE PEOPLE bang our heads against the wall to end it, all we come up with, is a collective BUMP on our anguished heads. thinkingblue

So.  You think you know how to rant?  You think that when the weight of Rethug idiocy, thievery, and corruption gets so great that you snap, you can unleash a torrent of vitriol so incandescent that Bush, no matter where he is, or what he's doing, feels a little shudder of fear?

That's what I thought.  Until I read Mark Morford.  Morford, in the San Francisco Chronicle, reams the Rethugs with such brilliant savagery that I often sit and read his columns with my mouth agape.  His columns have been discussed on DKos many times, for example here and here.

Morford's column today is on the Purity Police (though he doesn't use that term for them)--a phenomenon on the Web in general, and on DKos in particularly, that's been bothering me lately.

OK, I'm completely pimping Mark Morford's column in today's San Francisco Chronicle because it has the best one sentence description of Karl Rove I've ever read.

Mark Morford has a stinging, absolutely hilarious little satirical number in SFGate today, about Bush pre-emptively pardoning the entire Republican party. Seriously.

The funny thing is, I really don't think it's that far away.

Everyone should read Mark Morford of the San Francisco Chronicle.  One of the best satirical liberal writers left in America.  In today's column, he skewers almost every hateful person, group, entity that has soiled our country over the past 6 1/2 years.

Leave Poor Dubya Alone? Yeah, Right

Talk to Action's three-part series on the Left Behind: Eternal Forces video game, in which Christian militias wage physical and spiritual warfare using the power of prayer and modern military weaponry to convert New Yorkers and kill those who resist, has set forth some provocative positions and boldly stated views. And for that, a web site on Christian apologetics, called Christian Cadre, has organized a campaign against Talk to Action and its series. In this piece, Talk to Action researches and rebuts criticism from the leader of this campaign, a blogger who uses the handle Layman. But first, let's review how the series has been received elsewhere in the media.

"Sit down, pour yourself a cup of Holy-CRAP-These-People-Are-

Insane and read this," advises Father Dan, in a post titled "Schlock Fiction Left Behind Series Now a Bigoted Video Game." The San Francisco Chronicle's Mark Morford read it and spread it through his column, "Jesus Loves a Machine Gun."

Now, here he is, sitting right next to all the other countries at the Big Table, representing America, it's little Dubya Bush, stewing in his own juices, his poll numbers hovering right near Nixon levels, mumbling to himself, smelling vaguely of sawdust and horse manure and dead Social Security overhaul plans.

He is pockmarked by scandal, buffeted by storms of disapproval and infighting and nascent impeachment. He authorized the leak of classified security information merely to smear an Iraq war critic, he lied about WMD and lied about Saddam and lied about making the United States safer and lied about, well, just about everything, on top of launching the worst and most violent and most expensive, unwinnable war since Vietnam.

His pile of betting capital is down to a tiny lump, nothing like back when he had the table rigged and all the pit bosses worked for him and the pile was as big as a roomful of Texas cow pies. But now, fortune is frowning. In fact, fortune is white-hot furious at being so viciously molested, spit upon, raped lo these many years. The truth is coming out: Bush has now lost far, far more bets than he ever won.

What's to be done? Why, do what any grumbling, furious, confused, underqualified alcoholic gambler does: reach down deep and say, "To hell with the nation and to hell with the odds and to hell with the rest of the planet," and pull out one more desperate, crumpled war from deep in your pants, slap it on the table and hear the world moan.

The Slangwhanger-in-Chief's sainted mother told him never to call names. Yet she was wrong, at least insofar as the naming function is an important part of politics. Think of the soon-to-be-defeated Rep. Mean Jean Schmidt.

This list is offered to the world not at all in the spirit of Microsoft setting international software standards to confine everyone to their obscenely profitable, if functionally crippled, bailiwick. No, it is given more in what J.D. Salinger called "the spirit of Matthew Salinger, age 3, presenting a luncheon companion with a cool lima bean." This almost entirely original, mint-condition codification is therefore released for the use of those in search of a handy guide to progressive terms of invective.

It's Mark Morford's column from the San Francisco Gate, entitled:  

If you hate Bush you're gonna love this.

The link and the text after the fold.  

Morford's answer, plus a word on Bush's legacy from Toledo and Today's Cartoon...