Well, the San Francisco Chronicle’s Mark Morford out does himself with sycophantic, hyperbole over his Obammessiah, today, February 27. He so revels in hero worship for The One, it’s amazing that the White House doesn’t feel compelled to get an order of protection against this creepy columnist.

No one in the Old Media is more sold on The One and less credible for his girlish crush than Morford. He is a fount of mush as he wonders if he should be scared of today’s problems or suffused with lust in his heart for Obama (if you’ll remember the Carterism).

It goes something like this: Do you allow yourself, even now, to feel any sort of ongoing, relieved, merciful joy that Barack Obama actually is sitting in the Big Chair in the White House? That this elegant, articulate, Zen-like man whose integrity is rock-solid and whose ideas, while certainly not in perfect alignment with every ultra-lefty vision on the planet (clean coal? Please), are astonishingly ambitious and brave, is leading this nation during one of the worst economic times in its short and paroxysmal history?

One would expect such gushing from a teenage girl writing to a teen idol, not a grown man talking about a mere politician.

Seriously, Morford wasn’t finished…

It’s a bizarre choice indeed. The good news is, the Obamafied bliss is still out there, still swirling, still waiting to be supped like a fine digestif. At any given moment you can, if you so choose, pause in whatever it is you’re suffering from and hear that voice and see his visage or perhaps merely hear some pundit say the words “President Obama” out loud, and you can still enjoy that delicious chill, that little jolt that says, “Oh my God, did we really do it? Is that lucid, impeccably centered man really the leader of the free world?”

Of course, he goes on to indulge in a little Bush and Cheney bashing, too. We can’t have unthinking Obamagobedness without some BDS, after all!

Now we might remember Old Mark from his wonderfully descriptive depiction during the campaign of Obama as a “light worker.” Yeah, that guy.

I won’t bore you all with any of the rest of this tripe as it is wholly empty of meaningful analysis, but I thought you’d all get a kick out of Morford’s newest example of sycophancy for the new messiah.

By the way, I also find it amusing in a clinically psychological sort of way that our pal Mark has to have his picture on his article page twice. Once in the header and a larger one at the bottom of the piece. I don’t know what that says, but I still find it amusing. It may be thus with other SFCers, but I still find it amusing nonetheless.

(Photo credit: San Francisco Chronicle)