So there I was springing into summer

So there I was, springing into summer before the fall, the inevitable fall.

This bohemian drugged bookishness permeated the air.  Maybe it was just me, but I could almost taste the floaty idealism and left-wing intolerance of intolerance.  Perhaps I am moving away from this camp, myself: Before I left, I attended a house party for moveon.org.  The only thing going through my mind was how polarized we are, red blue, left right, rich poor.  “Hug a republican” was all I could think and all I had to say.  We’ve all got our reasons.  When I attack you, you get entrenched.  The cycle continues.