“The ecstatic 69 to the nation’s droning missionary position”

From “The Great San Francisco Bubble (Life in America’s last great progressive cocoon, as conservatives snicker and pule),” by Mark Morford:

It happens when you step off that plane in some — let’s say — “differently evolved” part of the country and don’t see a single ethnic person for four days and can’t get a decent organic basil-and-goat-cheese omelet to save your life and all the theaters are playing Adam Sandler and the concept of fresh sushi means “less freezer burn than the corn dogs.” Elitist? Whatever.

(Via World New York.)


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