Let us use Tesla's Power for Good!
Here at Snarkopolitan, we, that is I (have to stop doing that!) have a so-far unstated, because so-far unformulated, because so-far unneeded, policy toward moderation, dissent (a-hah! she's been reading elsewhere, again!), and trolling, what is it, do trolls really live under bridges, will people be declared trolls and zapped or will I be rude to them, etc etc.
From the past several months of snarking a particularly paranoid blogger's InstaTroll Kit, you can probably deduce that I am not going to want to do the same. And I don't like the designation "troll" anyway. If somebody shows up and keeps spraying graffiti on my sofa cushions, I might have to use the horrible Power with which Blogger has invested me, but disagreement, even strong disagreement, is not going to be deleted or considered trolling, even if reading the very words feels like being covered in fire-ants.
Those commenters I disagree with, I will answer, not delete, if I'm not too tired, busy, or preoccupied with pruning my Euphorbia), and I will do my best to adhere to my father's admonition,"Never say anything you wouldn't be proud to have on the front page of the New York Times." I also believe in being respectful to readers, but if somebody in my opinion crosses a line, I will say so. I think that's fair. I am talking about tone, not content. Yesterday, something along that line happened, and I invite anybody who isn't already bored and saying, "Good Lord, that post is running long...she's beginning to sound like you-know-who," to review the comments of yesterday (Snarkopolitan's only 100+ comment post, and likely to remain so!), and see if I was peremptory or unfair.
All right, enough of that! It's Saturday, and we're going to see Scissors Dancing!