Listen.  There is nothing so spectacularly unsuccessful nor singularly more of a time waster than trying to tell people what to do.  People do not like being told what to do, how to act or what not to say.  They don't.  Period.

Worse, telling asshats not to be asshats is worse than useless.  If they listened or cogitated they probably wouldn't be asshats.  So, telling an asshat to stop being himself is a waste of air.

So, diaries telling people to stop talking trash about Clinton/Obama/McCain's Wife are going to be a. Unsuccessful and b. Piss off people who don't like being told what to do.  Diaries telling people to make nice or see reality are only preaching to the choir and are good stomping grounds for the latest asshat to come cruising in talking about how he will never vote for that lousy so-and-so or why should he be nice to that other dickweed over there "He started it!"

In conclusion.  Don't bother.  Go pet your cat.  Go feed your goat.  Go polish the monkey.  Just don't bother telling people what to do and how to do it.

Perhaps I am not the right person to pen this diary.  I would seriously like to see Alegre, Taylor or Susan do the subject justice, because I am mostly just a snarky poster who lurks incessantly, not a diarist of any repute.

It is time for us to all stop bleeding each other out, to stop splitting hairs, dissecting sentences, listening for dog whistles and secret affronts.  It is time to look around and see that the people we have been screaming at (and who have been screaming at us) are all a bunch of Democrats, progressives, liberals, or if you prefer, latte sippin' elitists.