Last year, I did something I never thought I would: I volunteered for a political campaign. I also did something I never dreamed I would ever do: I donated to a political candidate. Although a young voter and only encountering the second presidential election I could vote in, I was already cynical enough to believe nothing would ever compel me to give money to a politician. After all, they could get the money they needed from their wealthy donors.

This person is a walking caricature. WTF is she "forgiving" the DNC for? She came into politics as an oppositional radical and when her revolution failed she whipped out the capslock.

I’m fired up and ready to work for change. Yet, it seems the DNC doesn’t want my help. They certainly don’t act like they do.

It's like Occupy Wall Street - "what do we want? Something something rabble rabble CHANGE!"

Yet, the DNC has made no efforts to woo us back. Rather than admitting to any wrongdoing or showing the least bit of inclination to make changes, the Democrats instead seem steadfast in their resolve to continue as they were, crying Russia! and Trump! and expecting us to shut up and help them out of fear.

Bitch, don't even pretend you were ever in the party. It's not like the DNC's handling of Bernie Sanders drove you from the bosom of your caucus out into the radical wasteland. You were in the woods before, followed a hermit to the campfire and then when he didn't take it over, you returned howling to the woods.

NOT THAT THERE'S ANYTHING WRONG WITH THAT but this essay is akin to a Vegan claiming to be a lifelong customer of McDonald's and railing over the disappearance of the McRib.