As much as some of us would prefer to avoid the unpleasantness that very often walks hand-in-hand with Primary elections, that's not far removed from trying to avoid death and taxes. It ain't gonna happen. But what we can do is try to steel ourselves for the inevitable anger, disappointment, feelings of betrayal, and all the other inescapably human reactions to internecine conflict.
We must be able to emerge stronger than we were before the conflict, or we will lose whatever value was gained from the painful experience. And if we do, we stand to lose many other things down the road; things we have worked hard to achieve in the betterment of our society.
The biggest driver of our conflict is also the most precious and hard-to-replace trait: Passion. By its very nature, passion is difficult to control. It is an extremely powerful energy that is fueled by emotion, and it simply cannot exist in a clinical, controlled environment. It would be smothered and soon develop the stink of apathy. And like a slumberer who can't achieve REM sleep, no dreams will come to help us sort the good from the bad.
If we are to be successful in continuing to dream and translating that dream into public policy, that passion not only must be preserved, it must be unleashed, so it can infect progressive voters. Do we want to be holding up our arms in frustration come November 5th, and asking, "Where was the passion?" I think not. That's happened too many times in the past, and it's a damned miserable feeling.
I consider BlueNC to be a cutting-edge environment. Sure, we get silly occasionally and express our distaste for regressive behavior in sometimes "less than formal" ways. But there are some really smart people here, and most of them are Alphas. Alpha males, Alpha females, and some of you probably even have Aplha pets. Don't get me wrong, that's a good thing; but it can produce some pretty devilish results when conflicts intensify.
No, I'm not about to propose any new rules, or lay down any guiding principles. I just want you to remember that passion is sometimes messy, and what may appear as evil very often springs from a well of goodness. Harsh words aren't necessarily a window into the soul or the revelation of true feelings or intent. Sometimes they're just chips of stone thrown off by a sculptor trying to capture the dream of what that rock can become.
I was going to follow that last thing using safety glasses as a metaphor for something, but I totally lost my train of thought...
Have a nice weekend, folks. :)