With all apologies to the diarists and commenters in the ongoing series The Grieving Room, which is a needed and cherished part of this community, I'm thinking we need another room around here today: The Screaming Room.
Lots of diaries are piling onto the recent and rec lists, little offhand screeds, rants, raves, spittle-flecked, bare-minimum three-paragraph comments saying the same things.
Frustration I understand. Rage I grok. Taking up all the oxygen in the room saying the same things the diaries above and below yours are saying seems self-indulgent.
Still, I know how deep the need to vent is right now. Many of us (yeah, me, too) are feeling betrayed by the people we busted our humps to put into office. Without some place to get off a good, profanity-laced diatribe in times like these, rage can morph too quickly into despair, depression and defeatism (which is, of course, the ultimate aim of our political opponents and, god help us, some of our allies).
I don't want to see us despair. I certainly don't want to see us give up, not with all that remains to be done.
Neither do I desire to see this site spend another day filled with microrants best expressed in an open thread, while some interesting, policy-based diaries get lost in a flood of "Go, Joe, and take Harry with you" sputtering.
Feel free to use this diary as an open thread for yelling your freaking heads off. At me, if you wish.
Let me be your Janov for a day, if only to save some List real estate for things other than, well, all that.
I'll not HR you. I know how it is. It's just that kind of day.