Cringe Inducing

This is the meanest, stupidest, most cringe inducing thing I have read in a very long time. Shame, Mr. Morford, Shame. Morford is mortified that people have more children than he thinks is OK. He's also peeved that those who have many children don't agree with him about many things.

Where is, in other words, the funky tattooed intellectual poetess who, along with her genius anarchist husband, is popping out 16 funky progressive intellectually curious fashion-forward pagan offspring to answer the Duggar's squad of über-white future Wal-Mart shoppers? Where is the liberal, spiritualized, pro-sex flip side? Verily I say unto thee, it ain't lookin' good.

I'll tell you where, Mr. Morford. She does not exist. She and her serial husband squad chemically neutralized or aborted their kids so there'd be money for a Bimmer in the garage. So they could have the latest computer. And, yes, so they could have the latest clothes and the latest haircut you nincompoop. Hey, it's a about priorities, right? And, perhaps because they made those prophylactic choices - and choices are all good, aren't they? - they don't need to stop by Wal Mart from time to time, which as we all know, is close to the worst Sin there is. Don't sugarcoat this into enviro twaddle and third world hand wringing. This is about material greed, sexual lust, and a stunningly trendy lifestyle killing your future. But at least you have the satisfaction of knowing you're cool and that you've done your bit to keep on the trend treadmill (wanker!). Whah! Maybe you can force the latina maids to carry your kids in exchange for a green card. There oughta be a law, eh? Feel that progressive love... Mr Morford is self described as a "yoga teacher and fiction writer and an outstanding parallel parker and fervent wine devotee and former smoker and former LA rock-god wannabe" who writes for the SF Gate. You don't say?