I'm seeing some signs of anger, a willingness to fight back, and a determination to win by some of those that felt a polite discourse was the best method.
I compare this to a street fight. In such things, the winner is the one that will bite off an ear, gouge an eye, or pound unmercifully on the genitals of their opponent. It's a brutal encounter, but the final outcome is only one winner, and you can still win if you're not on the ground and your opponent is breaking your ribs with sharp kicks.
Politics became a street fight years ago. It's time for the polite nature of gentle folks to end, unless they want to gasp for breath with broken ribs.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.