I really wasn't of the "primary Obama" camp until today. I was willing to accept the inevitable sausage-making of statecraft. Dirtying one's hands is in large part how sausage is made the old-fashioned way, and considering how timeless human political processes have been, is there any other way to make sausage?
However, there is sausage, even a bland, unremarkable variety for the everyday, and there is fetid, unpalatable rotting pig carcass molded into the form of sausage that even gives a bad name to sausage-making. The compromise that many of us here love to hate is not only so vile and so repugnant, but it overshadows the passable and even good sausage that a butcher laid on for sale in his shop weeks before. Its odor will not soon be forgotten.
Between this infamy committed on the Day of Infamy and the switching of my former state representative to the GOP, today I plunged into the abyss and drank alcohol to dull the pain. This is unbecoming of me who loves to drink to sample the different aromas, textures, and spices of fine wine. I rarely have more than one glass per day. Today is different. Today is betrayal. Today all that was hopeful and beautiful that I worked for has spun down the drain. Today I take off the rose-colored glasses and refuse to temper my dismay with adulation for what might be, because today there is nothing meaningful left to lose.