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My daughter and I saw two river otters out in Puget Sound on our walk this morning. Then I went completely Hobbesian on a couple of Seattle idiots whose filthy unleashed dogs came over to visit us.
"Oh, but they're nice dogs."
And yet I will kill your dog if it bites my kid. Right here on the beach.
This sort of primordial psychotic intensity scares the living hell out of your average passive-aggressive New York Times-home-delivery wussy Seattle people. It's great fun, it should be a sport, really.