Civility? I Don't Think That Word Means What You Think it Means...

Stop Shouting:

I remained stoic when your acolytes spit on my car and called my husband a “baby killer” when I crossed through your phalanx at Walter Reed to take my children for medical care. I refused to respond as you smashed your fists into the hood of my car, destroyed my mirrors with bottles and keyed my doors in California, my children mute and terrified as you screamed your hate and bile.

Just because they've managed to toss all this down the memory hole doesn't mean we have.