Adam,
As others have suggested, we seem to go through periodic periods of self-examination (self-flaggelation is more like it, sometimes) and that's probably healthy in some ways. Lord knows I've started a thread or two in my time questioning the direction and content of this board.
It's not that you don't have a good point. Sometimes the discussion here just ebbs and flows for better or worse and sometimes it does suck and other times I'm totally amazed at the depth of knowledge, insight, and passion by this collective group. And although there have been times when I've gone AWOL for a stretch, I'm always happy to come back and see what the gang is up to, even if it's just another argument about Merion's bunkers, or Reeses Pieces, or "bias", or conditioning, or Jakab's stirring the pot. This is a place we can meet with others who have the same interests and love for the game, and even if we fight like cats and dogs, most of us end up shaking hands and moving on like gentlemen.
Heck, some of my most vociferous battles on here have been with fellows I played golf with later, or shared a meal and bottle with.
It's a great place.
If I were to be truly honest with myself, most of the times I've come to the conclusion that this place "sucks" are those when real life intervenes and when I have neither the time, nor the patience, nor the personal drive to read the reams of opinion here, or to argue a controversial opinion, or to even have golf as a real priority in my life. The kids might be sick, or I might be having job woes, or I might have an anniversary forthcoming and my heart isn't in it.
At those times, one can easily look at the debating over picaune (sp?) details, or trite backbiting, or even arguments over golf course aesthetics as not worth a hill of beans, and you'd be right. However, at those times in life when the anticipation of the smell of fresh cut grass in the morning, or having just played a new course that stirred something inside of you, or just wanting to get together with friends who understand what you mean when you talk about a redan hole, or the thrill of a blind shot, or even to debate for 27 pages whether Michelle Wie should have been given a chance to qualify, then this is the place to be.