In other words: I was bullied into keeping quiet. In my own friggin' LJ. I don't mind telling you, I resent that.
I work in an office in D.C., where politics is the air you breathe and the food on your table, dominated by folks on the left side of the fence. Most of the time, it doesn't make a difference, I just don't talk about it -- nor do I take the bait when they try to draw me into discussion. My opinion is that it's not really appropriate office conversation anyway.
In the past few months, the various folks in the office who are furthest to the left have been getting more and more strident, irrational, and just plain mean -- and the worst part is they just won't shut UP about it and get on with their jobs. I spent "my birthday lunch" on Monday being harangued about the evils of Arnold Schwartzenagger (they were vague on what the evils were, apparently just existing is bad enough for his kind), what a frothing psycho Charlton Heston must be because he didn't appreciate being treated rudely by Michael Moore in his own house, and of course, the sinister cabal of world-conquerering tyrants who are pulling the George Bush android's strings (because he's obviously such a moron that there's no way he could be running the show).
MY birthday lunch. Listening to THEIR vitriol.
And then when I post in MY LiveJournal, where nobody has to read the stupid thing if they don't want to, I'm afraid to express my opinion because I don't want to get blasted for going against the grain.
Well, to put it bluntly, to hell with that. This is MY space, not yours.
If you don't like my politics, either get over it or stop reading my stuff. I don't go into your LJ and blast you, do I?