In a rush of nostalgic animosity, the visceral distate for Hillary Rodham that I cultivated during the '90s
It's one thing to say that a person rubs you the wrong way or that you like the person, but don't like their hairstyling. It's quite another to offer up, continuously, a political analysis based on "visceral distaste" of someone.
It really behooves those who have such feelings to rationalize them, before they end up with the wrong kinds of labels on their heads.
I'm not talking about "cootie vibes", which might have been a moment of truth if you believe such a reaction has some universality to it among GOPers, but about the need to take the time to actually give voice to whatever rationality is behind such opinions or feelings.
There are just too many people trying to build dossiers with the intent to smear political opponents in the "freak show" and engage in personal destruction poltics, without having the sanguine middle wallow too long in irrationalities, however innocuous.
