I've been oozing, gently, like an inflamed facial pore, some thoughts on political centrism. Like a pustule, some zit cream from the Westview Dollar Tree store could heal it up in no time. Same way with de-escalation and mediation. That doesn't cost jack shit. You run your mouth, or type words in your tiny, cramped nervous dialog box. You take joy in hearing diverse opinions on every lousy fucking detail of what is going on here on the big box called Earth. When your zits are finally under control, it's time to propose a plan, a strategy, for chrisake, with which to get Washington to quit giving us all gas. No one has to go along with it. Hell, people might love it.
Or, if people seem to be just awful to one another in any capacity, one can gallop close on one's Shetland pony and help them cool their jets. Try using the humanistic method when dethroning and infantilizing. I posted an old video of Buckley chatting with Ronald Fucking Reagan. Not because I'm angry. Because I want to help people better understand asshole fucked up Now. You have to bone up on the past. Enjoy, like a maniac.