Dear “Bernie or Bust,”
I know you haven’t been around for very long; some might say this is premature, or that I haven’t given you enough of a chance. I would disagree. You’ve been given more than enough chances, and you’ve never once proven yourself to be worthy of my trust. You contradict yourself constantly; you claim to represent the will of the people, to be fighting for what the people want, but you ignore raw numbers and facts that directly prove you wrong.
Most of all, I can’t take the constant hypocrisy. Your movement was supposed to be positive, but it’s completely devolved into immature name-calling and blind faith that has no basis in fact. You try to sell your ideas as being best for everyone, but when someone disagrees, you insult and belittle them. Despite all your claims for being different or better, you’re exactly like your cousins, the Trumpsters.
And I’m tired of you constantly wasting your time. I hate to be the one to have to break this to you, but spending all of your time trolling the comments sections of news articles on the presidential election isn’t productive, and it’s not a hobby. Or at least not a hobby you should share with anyone. Laws aren’t changed by Internet trolls. You can do your best to jam your beliefs down everyone’s throat, but that doesn’t mean we have to swallow them (ironic, since you think you’re “rebelling” by continuing this farce, but you won’t rest until everyone shares the exact same beliefs as you).
Protesting isn’t a hobby either, and it doesn’t make you cool, or superior to anyone else. I feel like you’re just doing it to get my attention, but there are better ways to do that. Besides, if you really wanted my attention or my support, you’d spend more time talking and less time yelling, or spewing obscenities on the Internet.
The sad part is, back in January, I was willing to give you a chance. I wasn’t completely sold on the idea of going out with you, and now I’m glad I chose not to. You’re just too naïve and too immature. Maybe in another four years you’ll have grown up a little, and you’ll know that the changes you want don’t happen overnight, or even within a few months. If you need a lesson in patience, I’m sure I, or anyone else who’s been waiting 240 years to see a female president, could give you a lesson or two. It might also help you realize that not everything is meant as a personal attack on you.
Sorry, “Bernie or Bust.” You’ve given me no choice—we have to go our separate ways. Hopefully, whichever way you choose to go doesn’t lead you to build a wall, but I honestly can’t tell the difference between you and the hatred you claim to oppose.
Bye, “Bernie or Bust.” It’s not me, it’s you.
Andrea
