San Francisco is on fire.
It’s just a little fire, like the ones in Portland a couple years ago. Nothing a single engine company can’t handle. There are mobs of young people with nothing better to do than standing around taking pictures of the fire. Somewhere in that mob are a dozen knuckleheads, some thugs and a snickering arsonist. They have no reason…
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