What a sorry display.
Now, I haven't been around much this weekend. I had less important things to do than watch a few hundred whiny ass titty babies have a slap fight on the internet. I mean, shit - the weather here this weekend has been nothing short of spectacular.
But I know that many here are not as fortunate as I. Perhaps you had rain or storms or frost or locusts or toads all weekend long, and as such had nothing better to do than stay inside bang away at a keyboard for 48 hours.
All I can say is...I'm sorry. I'm sorry about the weather, and I'm sorry you were unable to find something else to do indoors.
Apologists.
Haters.
So, you volunteered for the President's 2008 campaign and are getting geared up for 2012? Good for you. More power to you. The sooner the door-to-door stuff starts the better, cause that will keep you off the internet for a few hours a week.
Oh - you work for a brand spankin' new progressive PAC? That don't impress me much, either. I sell books. And when it comes to who does more for the common good, I'll put my piddly-ass job up against yours any day of the week.
Sweet fancy Moses - could y'all possibly take yourselves more seriously?
But you know, I think I may have figured out a way to settle all of this.
So-called "apologists" - elect one prominent representative from among your lot.
So-called "haters" - please do the same.
Both "factions" - do everything you have to do to get these representatives, the relative creams of your respective crops, to Netroots Nation 2011.
Now for the fun part.
What? You thought I was going to suggest a debate? Pshaw.
One ring. Two pairs of boxing gloves. Ten three minute rounds. Live stream internet coverage.
Ding. Ding.
But who benefits? Who wins?
I win. Watching two of you slug it out for half an hour would be far more entertaining than a whole year's worth of online tit-for-tats.
Fighters - to your corners.