I have followed this blog since its inception, and, if you will notice - I don't know if it still tags registration numbers - have a very low account number. Once upon a time, I was a quite vociferous liberal democrat. I am no longer.
Why, you ask?
My answer: many contributing members of this blog hate America and want it to fail. Don't feed me this hogwash about how you really love and want the best for America, and so you resent and rebel, I've heard it all before and I have spent time among you. I know your arguments and I can forecast most of what you will say. Many contributing members of this blog place politics ahead of people.
I want to live a happy, healthy, and well-adjusted life in the nation I love. I do not want to be filled with venomous rage and ideological animus. If this were 1930, you would actively be plotting the downfall of our confederation of free states. I love America. I do not care for your crackpot plantation, any more than I do the American Nazi Party.
The matter is not right versus left, it is right versus wrong. Western civilization must be upheld, and I know now that there are those who appreciate our cultural heritage and those who wish to dismantle it in favor of some nebulous "equality" which would only cede the power dynamic to the brutish and brutal. You have angst, but no answers; I dread to see a nation in which your ilk have any power, you fools, you ignorants, you button-eyed bullies and Marxist ranting psychopaths, hating all and any who think even the slightest bit differently.
I take solace in thinking that my vote, now, cancels out even one of yours. I spend the rest of my days against you. And for God.
"A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banners openly against the city. But the traitor moves among those within the gates freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears no traitor; he speaks in the accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their garments, and he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation; he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of a city; he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist.
-- Cicero
May the God of Israel, the creator of the universe bless you, and may but one of you see the error of your ways, somehow, someday. Angry, bitter, and deviated is no way to go through life. Be happy, love your life; there is more than the endless cycle of outrage you see here and at like sites.