I received a comment on one of my Facebook posts recently accusing me of “leftist hate.” I don't know what I found more offensive: being called a leftist, being accused of hate, or the fact that this comment was made by one of my very best friends.
I don’t consider myself a leftist. Or a rightist. Or a centrist. Or an overist or underist. I don’t consider myself an insider or an outsider. I really don’t have a label for myself. I used to have lots of labels at one time. Hell, I used to bathe in the blood of labels, gorging myself on their flesh.
But no more.