Sigh.

There's no sport in mocking Mark Morford. It's like beating up the 60-lb. asthmatic kid with the coke-bottle glasses or hunting dairy cattle with a scoped big game rifle; he's the bunny slope of snark targets. Still, sometimes one has to at least go through the motions for form's sake.

Here, everybody's favorite shrieking hysteric is describing me, or thinks he is, as he confidently puts out a BOLO for the American Gun Owner:

"You’re a scared white person, almost certainly male. You do not live in a major city, or near a university or intellectual hub of any note, nor have you ever traveled very far from your home town, much less out of state or anywhere further than, say, Mexico. Once. And that was enough.

You do not read complicated books. You do not like new or weird things. You watch lots of TV, mostly Fox News, which rejoices in showing you endless images of angry foreigners and minorities in pain: tear gas explosions, fights in the streets, looting, this time involving sad, small-town black people in Ferguson, all of them protesting the acquittal of that murderous white cop."

Let's see... Wrong-ish, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong, and wrong.

Wow, Mark, that was nearly wrong in every particular! It bordered on fractally wrong, in that every little piece, taken by itself, was as wrong as the whole. The only thing you got right is that I am, in fact, a cracker. This is fast becoming the Left's replacement for Original Sin; a thing for which one frantically spends time in atonement, lest one's conviction be doubted.

Now, I ask you, isn't there a word you Progressive sorts use for ignorant yahoos who are frightened of strawman caricatures of their opponents?

Bigotry.

Bigotry.

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