Yeah, we're all going to leave the party, if we don't get our way. We're gonna cry and whine and moan and take our marbles and go home, so John McCain can win by 30,000,000 votes. We've even got a deadline now, so mark your DNC calendars and brace yourselves for this impending mass defection... NOT!

What a load of horse manure. Get over it, people. We have serious work to do. If your tender sensibilities are more important to you than the critical agenda we need to address, which I seriously doubt, then we'll just have to get it done without you. But my guess is, you'll do a lot of growing up before November, and you'll be back.

I was idiotic, just like you, back in the late sixties. I pouted and bitched and stuck my nose in the air, and Richard Nixon won the White House. I sat it out, in favor of having a snit fit. The bus drove off without me, while I yelled, "You're going to miss me when I'm gone...!"

Forgive me, if I refuse to believe that you're all as stupid as I was.