I have often said to not reward bad behavior.  So I quit coming to dkos several days ago.  

We did it by the book.  We started about 7:20.  We finished signing in at 9:30.  No one was turned away.  The doors remained open.  They broached the subject once, I quoted rules.  The doors remained open.

I wonder as I see the venom being thrown about here and on other 'Democratic' web sites how we could possibly have forgotten what a nasty campaign commercial is.  If you have forgotten, here are some reminders of days past.

Warning: Video intensive over the flip.  Dial ups, beware.

I see this as I open up the Walgreens package.

I am lucky.  I have a good job with good insurance.  And because of this, I just paid $7.00 for a bottle full of Oxycotin.  Oh yeah, we are partying like a Limbaugh tonight.

Now that I have your attention,  relax and enjoy.

This is an Obama house.  I state that not as good or bad, just as a statement of how things appear.  The blog titles, the recommended sideboard are filled with pro-Obama candidate diaries sprinkled with the occasional conspiracy or pro-Clinton diaries.  Most of these are written by first time bloggers...er...trolls.  These rapidly fall off the recent diary list and are forgotten with only a new pootie picture or recipe to recommend their reading.  Snark only gains traction if it is anti-Clinton, no matter how witty it is.

So, unless and until Clinton wins the primary (and I am voting for the house candidate, Obama), why do you keep posting?  If this sounds harsh or non-inclusive, I have failed in asking my question.

Depressed and angry.  Looking at recent diaries, I think a lot of us are.  

I watched some independent movie.  I read a couple of rant diaries.  I read in the other peoples news areas that pet shelters are seeing major upticks of families giving up their pets because they no longer have a home.  In the body of the story, it is worse.  Starving animals.  Animal foster groups evolving into temporary shelters for folks who are trying to find animal friendly apartments.  

It is just another tick in the stuff that sucks.  Pets are small potatoes compared to troubles in other countries.  There are 43 flavors of blood shed and heart ache in Kenya.  People are breaking down walls to try to get somewhere where there is food and some safety in the Gaza strip.  
I take 2 valium and drift off.

I look at the diary board.  I have already recommended Kerry and every non-candidate diary I could find.  I have tried to write what is in my heart as I struggle to settle on a Primary candidate, but see no sense in setting myself up for the Hillbots and the Obama zombies.  See as a red, winner take all in the general, state Texan, the only presidential election I vote in that counts is the Primary.  I wander about at work, while I wait for my software that connects me to the China servers so very slowly, on kos and try to comment fairly on whatever side I see not being treated fairly or thank someone for something pithy.  And I am called....whatever.  

I listen to NPR on the way home.  And at 6:30, it is Market Place, which is even less heartening than kos.  Let me see, what did I learn today?  That a 1% increase in the national debt is nada compared to the recession roaring its way in.  

Let’s have some fun.  I will start it out.  Today I am in a domestic issue mood, so most of mine come from that viewpoint.  But don't limit yourself!  

If I were Queen:

I would immediately have every medical service adjust charges for all services to the lowest negotiated price by an insurance company, whether one is insured or not.  These charges would henceforth be adjusted only for inflation.

Throughout my middle years, I lived with Vietnam.  My sister was 6 years older and I remember watching the lottery as the birthdays were called after her fiancé turned 18.  Thankfully, his number was high, but not so for so many young men.  We gave parties for them when they left.  The parties were wild and filled with a sharp edge.  Most men didn’t seem to be coming back.  I know I felt like I was saying good-bye forever to each one.  

I was 17 and moved when I heard George McGovern speak.  McGovern was a Senator from South Dakota with a history of liberal voting on civil rights, anti-poverty measures and the environment.  He was also liberal socially on abortion, homosexuality and the women’s movement.   He took in all volunteers.  No matter how long the hair, no matter how young.  We were filled with hope.  I felt like we had finally found someone who could speak for us.

In 1971, the 26th amendment to the constitution guaranteed the right to vote began at age 18.  The sentiment was if you were old enough to die for your country, you were old enough to have a voice.  And we were ready to be heard.