All week long, a topic burns in your brain. Something that must be said. Something that will get even a Neo-Con to think twice. Something that must be read by as many eyes as possible.
But your week is filled with things to do. So Saturday morning you wake up early, grab a powerful cup of caffeine and compose the best diary in the history of Daily Kos. It's full of insights, smoking guns, brilliant observations and a compelling call to action all wrapped up in a sharply-written, typo-free diary.
Proudly you post it. And ten minutes later, it's slipped of the Recent Diaries list, never to be seen again. Because you forgot that everybody is posting the best diary of all time at the same time: Slippery Saturday Morning.
Ah, the Recent Diary list on a Saturday morning. The only thing that moves faster is an Exxon accountant's fingers counting profits.
I have fallen prey to this phenomenon several times and have come to terms with it. It's actually very freeing once you surrender to the slippery slope and just enjoy the freefall. It allows you to just type whatever you want, giving no thought to content, sppelling, grammar or dKos rules. What does it matter? No one is going to read this anyway. So blah blah Bush blah blah Rove gibberish Hillary nonsensical filibuster.
I know what you're thinking: What if my diary gets recommended? Get real! There's a better chance we'll see the deficit erased in your lifetime. If your name isn't Kerry, Sheehan or Reid, you might as well just post random words generated by a gerbil or Bush's own draft of the State of the Union address.
No, your diary is just a raindrop in a global warming-caused hurricane, a dust particle in the wind, a liberal in Houston. So I beg you not to post that diary you spent hours composing. Save it as a word doc and post it Monday at 2 in the afternoon. Then maybe my Saturday morning diaries will finally get seen by more people than my wife.
Recommend this diary to prove me wrong. I dare you.