Oh, for the love of fuck...
And for the record, I still don't think we'll win back either chamber. I've seen the GOP close the deal too many times before for me to get complacent and cocky. Nah. I think we'll win 7-14 seats in the House, 3-5 in the Senate.
Yeah, I know such pessimism is tough when the numbers, data, and current events give so much cause for optimism, but I was burned two cycles in a row. I'm not getting my hopes up.
Stop it, Kos. Just fucking stop it.
Realism is one thing -- pessimism is entirely another.
Setting yourself up for a "pleasant surprise," instead of risking a tragic fall, is cowardly. It doesn't just lack confidence; it smacks of poor-me whininess.
It's a little anti-motivational, a little contrary to our common goal, for our net-leader to essentially get up in front of 103,000 people and say, "We're going to lose again."
Stop bursting my fucking bubble, Kos.
Take your ball -- all of you volunteers and campaign workers and activists and disillusioned optimists -- and just go the hell home. Is that the message? Should we just be giving up now?
Imagine if "I still don't think we'll win" was the prevailing attitude of every one of us who's supposed to knock on doors, contribute hard-earned money, write letters to the editor, or just get one person registered to vote. I think our leadership -- our example -- would be questioned, and rightfully so.
So I'm questioning the man behind the curtain.
Buck up, little camper. We are going to win, and if I'm wrong, at least I enjoyed a little hope along the way.