The Bernie Sanders I Thought I Knew Is Gone
Sasha Stone
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I have come to the conclusion (and I once liked him too) that Sanders is like a huge, blank, screen upon which people with generalized complaints and little knowledge of how government works can project their own personal ideal candidate/grandfather figure. The problem is, the longer this goes on, and the more of his narcissism is on display, the more you have to deny reality to get the picture to come in right. The more you have to suspend disbelief and deny reality, the more cognitive dissonance grows into an angry brain boil. To relieve the pressure, his supporters squeeze pus left and right at any comment or article that challenges their beloved projection. Sometimes the infection spreads so far that their need for relief is no longer satisfied by “Feel The Bern” and “I Hate Hilary” rants, and they have to doxx somebody, or send them a racist or misogynistic email or even a death threat…or perhaps call them on the phone and tell them what scum they are at 2 am. Whether or not this condition is fatal remains to be seen.

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