3 words: Home Security System. It's a blatantly nondemocratic device whose sole purpose is to increase regulation of access to Markos' home.
My explanation is on the flip.
During the past several months, there have been very substantive diaries by regular, low-user-ID kossacks who have been deeply concerned that Kos was not deleting their accounts, fundraising for their candidates, or showing them his vacation photos.
In their comments sections, these diaries produced a few well-reasoned and interesting exchanges.
But mostly the diaries were met by amusement and snark, and by one recipe after another. Diarists were accused of being uninformed (I see no reason why accounts should not be deleted), overly invasive (I saw much more defense of Kos' right to "privacy" than any diarist's freedom of information), and being clueless ("If you ignored the order of protection, why should Kos post your bail?"), among many other things.
One of my favorite false claims was that Markos needs some privacy from visitors so that he can write for this website. Anyone who knows anything about celebrities (and I do) knows this is laughable for such a popular and well-known individual.
But by far the most laughable claim was that Markos' installation of a home security system is a "necessary evil" for him because no dedicated kossack is ever going to be deterred by the sign saying "Secured by ADT" from trying the door (that sign's just for Republicans) or jimmying open his mailbox. Wrong. If ADT didn't think this sign was helping to keep away friendly people like me at least to some extent, believe me, they wouldn't make them in the shape of a "stop sign." Those signs work, even when there's no actual security system behind them. That's why selling "This Home Protected By Attack Cat" signs is a millions of dollars per year industry that thousands of business professors and all of PhillyGal's fans are still trying to understand.
Some people will no doubt say that deciding not to visit Kos at home is "giving up" or whatever, but they should note that I did try hard to contact him by appearing at his book signings and engaging him in friendly, well-reasoned arguments in various food and convenience stores in his neighborhood. Now I've had enough.
How many of the people who are about to flame me think that Bill in Portland Maine would call the police if he came home and found me rummaging through his refrigerator? (I don't think he would.)
How many of the people who are about to flame me are willing to wait around ringing the doorbell until Kos finally opens the door, before they can hear the sirens and see the flashing red lights? (I wasn't willing to wait around.)
Update: I had appointments to get to, so I'm sorry I couldn't stick around for reactions. Yes this was a parody of this GBCW and also made reference to this canonical GBCW and some of its many parodies. And yes I understand that there are many better things I could have done with my time than this. I'm rather ashamed at my self-indulgence.