I am a strict believer in all things Cesar Milan-ish.  Just recently, I decided to forego my five times a week psychoanalysis for a much simpler plan.  I call it the “calm, yet assertive” program.  Every time an idiot in my general vicinity fluffs up some kind of mess, I simply say, “Sssssshhhht!” in the same vein as a high school librarian while turning my thumb and first two forefingers into lobster pincers that grab at the air violently.  I hold a picture in my mind that always includes a tug o‘ war rope.  I am at one end and my nemesis at the other.  I calmly say, “Ssssshhhht!” and yank at the rope.  The rope always goes my way, its flag – in…