Seriously.
Go over there.
I dare you.
Read posts on the Free Republic and substitute Democratic names for Republican names, progressive causes for... well... I honestly don't know what to call what those people care about... but its ugly and unpleasant and deeply embarrassing.
And yet... we've become them.
Every utterance spoken by one of our candidates is viewed through glasses tinted with ultimate distrust by the supporters of the other candidates, so words like bigot and racist and sexist and traitor and corporatist and homophobe are typed with pious certitude.
Hillary Clinton is absolutely and wholeheartedly a REPUBLICAN, AFRICAN-AMERICAN-HATING, MONEY-GRUBBING, WAR MONGER and Barak Obama is a RACE-BAITING, WOMAN-HATING, CENTRIST, SELLOUT and John Edwards is... well he gets a pass for the most part... but his supporters are IDIOT, PIE-IN-THE-SKY, CHILDREN, WHO MUST SECRETLY BE HOPING FOR A MITT ROMNEY PRESIDENCY.
We are the dark side now... we are the worst parts of ourselves... we are the littlest children, who see any differing view as a sign we don't exist.
We arrange these awful words into horrible sentences that eventually form an army of toxic, vitriolic paragraphs... and to what end?
Does anyone believe that THEIR diary on how Hillary Clinton loves to masturbate while in blackface... or Barak Obama has secret meetings with lobbyist groups at strip joints frequented only by men who beat their wives... or how John Edwards supporters need to be medicated for their own good so they don't commit mass suicide... has done anything other than further bolt supporters to their already chosen candidates?
Think those examples are over the top? Read the diary before mine and after mine. Without knowing what they actually are... I bet I'm on the tame side.
This would be a GBCW diary, but I know myself... I don't go anywhere.
Hell, I instigated one of the classic meltdowns in DKos lore and never budged an inch. I choose my people and I stick with them... even when it gets very, very, very dark.
I chose the Democratic Party when I turned 16 and in the 22 years since I've seen great beauty and deep disappointment, but I never thought I'd see the day when I'd have a hard time distinguishing these people from these people.