Having said all that—about the quality-of-life improvement when you lose the assholes (& the well-meaning people who showcase assholes to ridicule them, which makes Twitter impossible), regaining positive feelings and energy—there's always this nagging feeling…

Because the assholes are still out there, festering, scheming, till maybe one day I wake up with a tag round my neck and boarding a train like this kid circa 1942.

We need saints—Gandhi, MLK—to engage them. Being a saint is too hard.