Caws From Other Crows

Mark Morford is the Hunter Thompson of the new millenium -- without the nasty drug-fueled psychosis. Witty, ascerbic rants balanced by a fuzzy karmic core of soft warm light. One of the finest that our fine city of freaks has to offer.

His latest brilliance can be found here:

America Loses Another War: Is Iraq a shameful ass-whupping, or just a pathetic trouncing?

If Vietnam's aftermath proved anything, it's that we are incredibly crappy losers. We deny, we reject, we evade and ignore and refuse responsibility until it becomes so silly and surreal even the staunchest warmonger has to cringe in embarrassment. At this point, it seems nearly impossible for America to accept defeat with anything resembling perspective and dignity and the understanding that maybe, just maybe, we ain't all that saintly and ain't all that perfect and maybe God really isn't necessarily on our side after all, because if God took sides she wouldn't actually be, you know, God.

Word, brother. And the hits just keep on cawing!