You've been warned!
Troubled times in this utopian worker's paradise?
It's a question, I'm sure, asked by every city dweller past the age of, say, 32, the age where your hip grungy stained "artist's" apartment with the peeling vinyl flooring and limp water pressure and the horde of twentysomething partyers who live behind you and who smoke like factories and stay up 'til 5 a.m. snorting coke and playing acoustic guitar very very badly, it all switches from being funky and charming and urban to utterly obnoxious and tiring, and don't these people have jobs?
Heh heh heh heh.... five more years of this and Marky Mark just might begin to see the light.
I think he's dreaming at the computer again...
Is it ignorance or denial which keeps Morford from acknowledging that it is precisely the kinds of destructive behaviors he enthusiastically advocates that have turned S.F. into the toilet it has become?
The Catholic Church bans gay priests and this is the best she can come up with?