Gosh, I swore I’d never delete comments. But you know what? I’m angry enough already without having to deal with dumbshit harangues from no-name internet numbskulls. I’m saving my anger for more real and righteous things, like the stuff listed at the beginning of my last post.
If you have a real and substantive addition to make to a conversation–even if you disagree with me–hell, especially if you disagree with me–bring it on, I’d love to hear it.
But y’know what? This is my blog. I talk about my kids here. I post pictures of my family here. I share my ups and downs, my lefts and rights and rants and raves and the titles of books I’ve enjoyed. Hell, my mom reads this blog. And I find no reason to give quarter to sweaty-fingered jackasses who taint (hee hee, I said "taint") my enjoyment of this Very Personal Pursuit by letting them spew their sexophobic vitriol all over my bandwidth.
So. If you’ve been posting mean things… you are on notice. I’m leaving your current comments up so my friends ‘n’ neighbors can read them for themselves. But if I ever catch your pixilated ass around here again… I got a twitchy trigger finger, buddy, and it’s hovering over the Delete button.
And if you’re easily confused by multiple-clause sentence structure, here is the gist of this post in monosyllables for your benefit:
STAY THE HELL OFF MY BLOG.