Liberals are so intolerant!

Mark Morford was so good today in the SF Chronicle it's hard to know where to begin. Here's just the start of his answer to the rethugs asking him "where is that famous so-called tolerance I thought all you libs were supposed to possess like some sort of gentle polyamorous smiling hug for the world?"

You, hate-mailers from the sanctimonious Right and even some of you morally paralyzed middle-grounders from the Left, are correct. I am, in fact, deeply intolerant. It is true. I can hide my deep biases and predispositions no longer.

There's LOTS more... (He ain't even warmed up yet!)

This is one worth reading, savoring, and salivating over. Call it Kossack's delight! From megachurches to nipples to Cheney's defibrilator to the environment to Bush's (lack of) intelligent design he pretty much covers what ails us. Here he is mid-rant:

Oh, let us be clear. I love diversity, religious pluralism, peace and love and pacifism and good drugs and open-mouthed sensuality, happy to let you believe in any god you like and marry any gender you like and let you love how you will and be in full control of your sex and your body and your mind.

This, to me, is the America worth fighting for. These are the laws I support. Don't believe in abortion? Don't understand gay people? Sexuality make you rashy? Think Harry Potter teaches kids evil and witchcraft? Don't marry a sexy gay witch abortionist. But don't you dare, based on your limited understanding of God and life, make laws declaring that I can't.

After building a head of steam, he coaxes us towards rhetorical orgasm--

Let us take the rather flaccid word tolerance and pump it full of Ecstasy and medical marijuana and sake and real divine love and fancy book learnin', turn it on its head and spin it like a bottle and reclaim it from the neocon Right and turn it into, say, giddy outrage. Or radical reconsideration. Or ecstatic rebellion. Or wet conscious electric pointed awareness. Is this not a better way?

Let us explode those dead meanings, correct the mistaken neocon dictionary. Let us hurl that dying and mealy and abused term back at their powerful and often bigoted scowl. Here is your weak, ineffectual tolerance. We cannot swallow it anymore. In fact, we are choking on it.

If I smoked I'd need a cigarette about now. Damn that's good writing. Reminds me of Julia Sugerbaker crossed with Maryscott with a dash of Lincoln thrown in.

Do yourself a favor and read this in its original ranting extravagance. You'll be glad you did.