In which a well-meaning woman starts up a 'kinder, gentler, more civil' opposition movement to the Tea parties, and is surprised to find that it doesn't work out that way. Two months in, and "her" movement is already fracturing because some of her members don't think she's mean enough or confrontational enough, and think that this idea of people working together is a load of sentimentalist codswallop.
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Oh, come on. Lenin? Absurd. Now Trotsky, maybe ... ;)
(Actually, I must confess that a few times lately I've probably mentally conflated your position with that of other people I know and occasionally correspond with. No names mentioned, and quite unintentional on my part.)