That's what slays me about Miss Morford. Not that the guy's a flaming cheesy poof (or a cheesy flaming poof), or that he's a shrill screaming anti-Bush Sodom Cramcrisco radical leftist who's incapable of writing a column without mentioning drizzling something on somebody's tailbone, or that he thinks those of us in flyover country are all knuckle-dragging Neanderthals.
It's that he can't write. He's horrible. I've got a Bachelor's in Business Administration and never took an English class past AP English in high school (which transferred as my college English requirement) and I really think I can write better than Morford. Trying to read a Morford column gives me a headache. I want to take a bag of punctuation marks and smack him upside the head with it, and scream, "I know you're gay and you hate women, you freak, but that's no excuse for never having heard of PERIODS!"
That, and it's Friday and I'm bored silly at work. Very dangerous combination, that.
I sure hope you and the Tax-chickadees are doing great. Nublet has managed to get this whole "crawling" concept down pretty solid, and is learning how to terrorize the stupider of our two cats. He still thinks that if he's sitting on the ottoman and she crawls over and pulls his tail, he can just turn 90 degrees around and she can't get to him, and not even three days running of this can prove him wrong. He's not very bright.
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I agree - he's a terrible writer. I have the same education as you do, except that I took one Literature class in college.
Congratulations on the crawling. Don't let her eat furballs, very bad for the digestion!