You know them. The self-appointed vigilantes of the KOS. They strut through diary after diary and feel compelled—like an old male dawg—to heist a leg and leave a puddle wherever they go. Dogs do that, you know, to mark their territory. Dogs can’t help themselves. Usually the piddle target is some poor schmuck of a fire hydrant who snatched some time to share a thought or insight. "THIS is a diary??" queries the vigilante, "Hardly!!!" Note the derogatory number of exclamation marks in this insightful critique. Well, actually, yes it IS a diary but one that obviously did not meet your posse standards. The vigilante post, however, has its desired effect of cutting off what may have been, until then, a moderately productive thread of comments. The vigilantes thrive on derision. You know them. They are purging the KOS of what, in their opinion, are superfluous diarists. Those of us who write about stupid things in life and our dogs.
I browse many diaries and if I am able to offer a humorous remark or add a bit to the thread, I do it. If I don’t like a diary, I just move on. (Wow, there’s a concept.) There is tremendous diversity out there in the KOS. Diversity is our strength. Many posse members appear to have an underdeveloped sense of humor. I have noted that in responses to diaries they have missed the funny parts completely in their intent, one must assume, to squelch a diary because: 1) it was not politically relevant; 2) it was too short, too thin, too mindless, too plebian, too something; or 3) didn’t meet DailyKos standards. So who died and made the posse the standards gods?????? Hardly!!!!!!! (Note numbers of question and exclamation marks. Doesn’t that make me powerful in some digitally perverted sort of way????????) (Well, doesn’t it???????????????) And then get your friends to down-rate a diary. In my naïve view of Dailykos, down-rating was reserved for the dreaded trolls. Those creepy button-downed Repo slugs whose job title is to infiltrate the KOS and sow havoc.