Since I've never been considered a real part of this community (haven't contributed much since 04, and not even much then, I guess), there's little point in me saying "goodbye".
Heck, I’m not doing that, actually.
Just riffing. Scraped together from two recent comments.
There's only so much hysteria a human should have to take.
For me, enough time passes where I see enough gaskets blowing while fighting over true Democrats before I start thinking something is actually wrong with the people continually blowing their gaskets.
I am losing trust in the contributors here.
If someone writes a cogent essay of great political import, I'll keep remembering their screed calling for the personal destruction of a fellow Democrat. Making me ashamed to admit my choice of candidate because I don't want to be associated with the insanity.
I'll remember screaming. Lots of that.
And I'll wonder, "maybe this or that person really shouldn't be looked to for fact-based opinion, reality-based commentary".
This may be right or wrong.
I claim no knowledge of another soul here.
But it reeks of destructiveness here.
And I imagine there’s an assumption of my candidate choice here?
You're probably wrong.
But then the "you must be one of THEM!" trait is in high gear here.
No, as I think I’ve alluded to before, it flips me out that I ever would lift a finger to defend a Clinton from Democrats. I am watching closely and I see hate and I don't like it - not directed at Democrats.
But I'm seeing now it's some hidden part of my blood to call out bullshit from any quarter, including those of which I'd otherwise be in support.
This, and many of the non-issues raised here lately are bullshit - or at least totally out of line with the anger thrown at them.
Don't say you don't see it or it's totally normal or whatnot. That's bull and you know it, or you're not looking.
See... I think hope is extremely important - it's critical in life.
I see absolutely no hope represented by many recent Kossacks, an increasing number of FPers and other prominent bloggers.
No hope.
Only hate.
Prove me wrong.
Stop it from the inside.
Make it about hope.
It'd be nice to not be ashamed when I pull the lever in November.
But, though I'd love to be pleasantly surprised, I don't expect hope to happen here.
And certainly, once enough is enough, I won’t need to say "goodbye".
At some point, the level of distrust will reach a certain level and I'll just stop reading.
Here, anyways.