As a guy who's been chuckling about the San Francisco obsession with hating all things Southern California for being empty, shallow and materialistic, I marvel at the dark arts of the political hardball masters of raw power from the Bay Area who are now in a steelcage deathmatch with one another.
It's Kamala vs Gavin and if you ask me, Kamala is making an early destructive strike on Gavin to clear the way to another shot at history.
Is Gavin roadkill? I don't count him out. A ravenous hunger for power and respect drives him like the actor husband in Rosemary's Baby.
His soul was mortgaged to the Machine decades ago.
All these kids are the children of Willie Brown and Nancy Pelosi, ie the cold-eyed killers of the NorCal liberal power elite.
Anyway, they are quite the opposite of Haight-Ashbury mellow, the original I reason I ran away from home back in 1967.
So foolishly, I'm still grappling with how the Democratic Party up there continues to spout the peace and love lines of the past that I once bought into so completely, while in reality operating like lizard-skinned bad juju sharpsters bent on complete political control.
They're harshing my buzz.