Ok, on the one hand some guy from Michigan named Delaware Dem is telling me it's too late to have a female president... well I want to give the that the reasonable response it deserves: You are obviously a sexist bastard and so shut up! On the other hand, some Texan is referring to my butt and telling me he's going to be all up in it. No comment... But he says I'm not emotional enough, well !@#$@#% you texan! Or maybe he was saying I was too emotional, or that people should appreciate emotions, or something, I'm not entirely sure. To be honest I only skimmed it.
But that doesn't change the fact that I'm fed up with diaries like that and I'm not going to take it anymore!
Oh, look at how happy everyone is, except the Clinton supporters... oh, all is right with the world. Oh really? People are not dying in Chekoslavakia? There are not nukes burried under every major business center in the US? Slavery isn't still rampant in the third world? Bad things aren't given good names? Seriously, you guys act like just because the indians Native Americans don't attack San Francisco anymore everything is ok. How naive.
I'm not saying we should support Ron Paul, after all he's a fickling loon, but who are you to tell me who to vote for, not to vote for, or for that matter refuse to tell me? Seriously, who do you think you are? And if you plan to vote for Ron Paul, well, my point is made for me isn't it? If I want to vote for Ralph Kucinich, who are you to correct me?!?!
Furthermore, the color orange does not suit me, and I don't care how much it's used to symbolize freedom in formerly communist states. They were formerly communist for god's sake!!!#@E@Q%$! But what do you care for history? Nothing. You think Deleware is Michigan for fskcs sake! Or that it's spelled with an "a"... I do not care! I have no intention of logging in here just to be told how to spell a state I've never been to, never will go to, and which I'm not entirely sure even exists!
bastards!
So consider this my formal resignation from DailyKos and all it stands for, and don't be surprised if I write in Jerry Brown in November, assuming that's when we vote.