Sen. Sanders gave it his all, but as in every election, someone has to get to all before the eventual winner, and he did.
I have a lot of friends who were passionate about the Sanders campaign and probably still are. I know how they feel; I’ve been supportive of candidates who didn’t make it. One of the first posts on this blog in November 2003 was in support of Howard Dean, and way back in 1968, at the ripe old age of fifteen, I was for Eugene McCarthy before he petered out and left the stage to Bobby Kennedy. So I know about the disappointment and the feeling of “oh the hell with it.”
That is until you realize who is running on the other party’s ticket. Richard Nixon was bad enough in 1968 and George W. Bush was dreadful in 2004, but Donald Trump is so far worse than either of them that it will take the light from Planet Apocalypse five years to catch up to him. Giving him any chance to even get close to winning is terrible to contemplate and makes whatever slights, grievances, and hesitations anyone has about the way forward with the current presumptive nominee of the Democratic Party sounds petty and dangerous.
You may not like everything Hillary Clinton stands for or says. We get that. We got that. But nothing seals an assurance that your concerns and beliefs will be heard and respected better than making your points and gracefully ceding the floor.
To put it in the vernacular of your native land, Brooklyn: So go already.