There is this thing called thought policing.  It's when someone is considered guilty of a crime because of their thoughts,  even if the intent is not there.  There are also politically correct boundaries that one must not tippy-toe cross, or they are considered horrible offenders.  I've spent the past 24 hours wondering if I can find a place where I can avoid such things.  I hope SoulCast is it.

You see,  I've been liberal to moderate most of my life.  Even though my parents are conservative,  I've agreed with the more common political views I've been taught in school, college and even Wiccan circle.  After a while,  I began to really start to question liberal views,  I suppose because I did not see anyone question those views really much at all.

I voted for Ralph Nader in 2000.  I voted for John Kerry in 2004.  I heard Barack Obama make his "Audacity of Hope" speech,  I think in 2006.  I was impressed, but I think perhaps more hypnotized.  Yes,  he has charisma.  Then the worship started to begin during the primaries and it was a major wtf moment for me.

I began to do what my rebelious natures does.  Ask why.  I started to really read newspapers and I found that I really did not agree with the man.  Whether anyone else really agrees with him is not the point of this entry though.

During the elections,  living in a liberal city, with liberal peers and a liberal religion,  I started to feel lonely, hurt and exhausted.  It's hard to keep my views quiet when people I know and love sit by me and talk about "oh, you know how those conservatives are."  It got to the point where I began to fade some of those people out and find online groups where I could find people more like myself.

So,  I've been on a few groups at LiveJournal.  Unfortunately,  it is full of liberals who make a sport out of trolling conservative communities, and in turn, call the conservatives trolls.  If a community decides to become privite,  it just encourages them to try and sneak their way in, take screencaps and mock amongst their friends.  Then I found Ravelry.

I liked Ravelry.  It's a social network for people who knit, crochet or spin.  I can search for yarn, patterns or stores, and converse with people who have the same interests I do.  Well,  there was a community called The Bunker.  Before Obama won, it was a community for those who supported McCain.  (I'm sure anyone who hates conservatives is rolling their eyes many times over by now.)  All the topics were about decisions Obama, Pelosi and any other politician made that we did not agree with. 

Well,  there were people who did not agree with us.  Liberals.  All threads and comments had a ratings bar,  where participators and lurkers could click Educational, Interesting, Funny, Agree, Disagree or Love.  They hated us so much that if someone's family member just died from cancer,  they'd give it a rating of funny.  They'd Disagree with everything.

We tolerated it as much as possible,  but a few days ago, our community was closed down.  The reason given by the owner of Ravelry is that the complaints given about the community took up too much resources and that the moderators were not willing to work with the owner.  Au contraire for the latter.  There are many mails saying how much the owner appreciated how pleasant and helpful the moderators were.

So now,  all members of the group must find new homes in other communities. 

And you know what happens when I bitch about this in my Friends-Only LiveJournal?  I get emotional blackmail from liberal friends.  I have to pat their heads and say,  "You're right.  I don't hate all liberals.  You're a good liberal.  I shouldn't let this hate build up inside of me.  I'll take the higher road."  Look,  unless we're bombing temples and abortion clinics,  or beating people up due to their differences,  the vast majority of conservatives already take the higher road.  How?  By leaving you alone.  We fight you in the voting booth.

It's severely fucked up because I know if I dedicated my blogging life to discussing gay marraige, gay porn, pro-choice, spreading the wealth, and the virtues of Karl Marx,  I would be sooo coo-el.  If I left out my whiteness and focused on my blackness, or my yellowness, or my redness,  I would be so tragically hip. 

This is really hard on my social life.