What's love got to do with it?

A lot, it turns out. 

Before I continue with whatever rant I'm about to go on, I'd like to welcome you to my inaugural post on my first ever blog. My little bloggy? Yes, I know the title of this post seems to contradict the title of my blog, but that may change over time. "Angry and I know it," I could totally see that evolving into something new. Like me. I am hoping to grow with this blog, right in front of your eyes, become a better more analytical version of me over time. So with that, Welcome!

Let's talk about love a little bit...

I'm a Bernie Sanders supporter. I love the idea of him, of his campaign, of the ideal candidate. To me he represents what politics should be: a promise to be fair, a promise to address my concerns, a promise not to sell me out to corporate intentions. He is as pure as I've seen and had the best chance as any I've seen to bring that purity to the forefront of presidential politics.

Yeah, this is most likely going to be a political blog. Suck it. 

So it is with no great surprise that I'm sitting here, starting my blog and feeling quite deflated after having watched a full throated plea from Bernie for his own supporters to get behind the DNC's choice: Hillary Clinton. The fight isn't over just yet, Bernie or Busters know they have a number of highway exits left before arriving at the advertised destination. But those exits are coming up fast, and things are feeling bleak.

Bernie hasn't conceded yet. This strategy is probably the exit we're most hoping to see him take. The theory goes that FDR (our only 3 term president) took this exit and saw quite a bit of success: acquiescing to support at the convention and then using the access for a floor fight. The cheers and applause garnered by the mere mention of Bernie's name lends that idea credibility. Even given the speech by the ever elegant and current FLOTUS, Mrs. Michelle Obama, Bernie's address closed the evening and was called, by everyone that knew what they were talking about, the most important speech of the evening.

Because it was. We'd been beaten. And I don't just mean that we lost, I mean that we found out we were hoodwinked, led down the wrong path, bamboozled. Or to be specifically technical about it: disenfranchised. Yet another email scandal revealed the treachery just days before the start of the convention. Berners were already planning to make a final showing, but the vindication of longstanding paranoia left a huge bootprint on all of our chests. The DNC needed to placate Berners and earn their support, otherwise there is a very real chance that we end up with a Trump presidency.

Everyone knew that no level of apology would make things right. We were hurting, bad. We were angry, because we loved. (You see there, I connected them!) And then we were being asked to support the hand up the puppet's skirt... the puppet that did the disenfranchising. More paranoia? Probably, except that after resigning, Hillary's campaign hired Debbie Wasserman Shultz, you know... because Hillary's first instinct is apparently to assert her dominance and teach Berner's to dare not speak up again.

Sorry, there's that anger again. Let's get back to love.

Berners felt passionate about their cause. What am I saying... feel, we FEEL passionate about OUR cause. We're worried about the future. We're worried that party politics will go very far in getting in the way. And so it is because of that that the most recent betrayal hurts so bad. I'm not a commodity, Bernie never treated me like that. He included me. The DNC is actively telling me I'm a commodity, and I'm simply not. I'm not just a Pokemon to collect just so Hillary can give me powerups and have me save the princess from the castle. (I've never played Pokemon so I'm not sure how it actually works).

Understand our love before you tell us to suck it up. Understand that passion before you tell us that if we don't vote for Hillary then we're effectively voting for Trump. Make your case, but don't use fear. We know a world without fear can exist and we're happy to go there. Make your case well, respecting that we have alternatives, and then maybe you can have some of our love. We loved you before, some of us might be able to manage it again.