For neigh on 4 years I've come to this special cubby hole to listen to and occasionally argue with people who basically shared my hope for our Party and our Country. Lately, however I don't think this is a party (small 'p') that I enjoy much anymore. Oh, not to a GBCW extreme...that's just for attention seekers anyway. No, I expect this place will find it's groove again, but it certainly can't come soon enough for me.
The unseemly racial flairup that has consumed so much energy the past two weeks reminded me of a horrible Christmas party I hosted a couple years ago. Everything was rolling along blishfully cheery as a christmas carole when, literally in an instant, two sisters' realization that they couldn't agree on parenting philosophies blew up into a tempest that consumed everyone within the house. Sober adults were in each others faces screaming like idiots. High decibel pleas for sanity only fanned the fury. Within two or three minutes I was literally pushing people out of the door to protect my children from the outrageous behavior.
DKos has degenerated into that kind of atmosphere. Clinton supporters have largely tuned out rather than read the daily slanders and distortions. Now I see that I am subject to a new pogram: you see, having just observed my 47th birthday, I am apparently too old to hang in this rave. At this grizzled age apparently I am likened to a creepy MySpace lurker.
I feel old just writing these words. This incivility is tiring me. I don't intend to stop visiting often and weighing in when I feel like it but the company in this Democratic party isn't as fun as it used to be.