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My Wistful Dreams of RedState…

Ah, yes, I remember when…

My mouse would wander over to the RedState icon on my favorites bar, and I would click…

Heartlander would have an incredibly moving story about the unspoken and devastating effects of abortion, and the diary would have fifty-some “Recommenders”, and a comment thread that would wind on and on.

The thread would feature a flame-war between aesthete and Tbone that went something along the lines of one accusing the other of being offensive, and unable to grasp the gravity of the Diary, but– later on– one would see that Tbone’s latest Diary had been recommended by aesthete…

“All for One”, seemingly…

The Divine GameCock argue for this in one diary entry, and encourage that in the next. ColdWarrior would post one of his endearing diaries about getting off our dead butts, and change the Republican party from inside the room. Of course, there would be the requisite pile-on telling him to buzz off, already, the mantra is getting a bit stale, man. But, of course, everyone knew he was right, even if he seemed a Johnny One Note at whiles…

Then acat would post a recipe for Momma’s Southern Cole Slaw, and the world would be set to rights.

There is so much depth, so much strength in the vast RedState Army… But, at the same time, it rather had the same feeling of heading down to the City Park and enjoying a free concert in the Band Shell put on by the local Dixieland Ensemble.

At once intimate, and then again having to power to reach me in a way that very little else on the internet could. A family, in a corny and inarticulate way.  But that really isn’t the right word either.

But, where once there was passion and strength, there now seems to be listlessness and ennui. What once was a warm summer evening at the Band Shell is now a noisy outing at the Mall Multiplex. I can barely read the agate-type of the Diary titles, and I sure as heck can’t see how many folks have commented on them without squinting. Comments from streiff that are perfectly sane and rational have 32 “down” marks a couple of minutes after he’s posted them. Half the folks commenting have names that look more like ATM PIN numbers

God Bless Erick, but I rather have the feeling of reading his own personal correspondence nowadays. I mean, he’s got some terrific insights and a valuable chair in the Republican box-seats, but, c’mon. Sometimes his latest entry is tired re-take on Sean Hannity, sometimes it’s brilliant. But, pace Barack Obama, there’s a lot of brilliance out there…

And I kinda miss it.

Ah, yes. I remember the good old days of yore. And I’m still hopeful they might one day soon return…

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