Had to do it

Folks, I've turned on comment moderation. If you don't know what that is, it means that whenever you leave a comment on my blog now you'll see a little pop-up note that says I have to approve it before it gets posted. It won't require any extra work on your part. It'll just require more vigilance and more frequent reading of the comments on my part.

No worries. I won't start blocking disagreeable comments and only allowing those that agree with me. I will, however, block comments that are mean-spirited with no purpose, spiteful with no purpose, or racist - in other words, comments that serve no purpose to further the conversation.

But the fact that a knuckle-dragging mouth breather taunted me into wasting a good chunk of time responding to his/her bone-headed comments this afternoon and evening compels me to put a check & balance system in place.

I didn't mind when he/she was saying stupid things to me. I actually thought it was a little funny in a sad sort of way. I have visions of a lonely old dude in a one-room efficiency under a single low watt light bulb, surfing the Web through a 14K modem on his Tandy, plotting clever comebacks to post to my blog - no doubt a half empty bottle of peach schnapps sitting nearby on his card table. But then this person reached out to another person who commented on my blog and with a goofy message. It may look like a simple flirty comment, but this person's temperament in earlier comments suggests it'll just lead to more tacky words. And I don't want another blogger getting hassled by a numbnut who found them through my blog.

Clearly this person needs help. And if I could I'd send over a social worker to make sure his/her shoes are tied and that he/she is wearing a crash helmet, eating fresh food, and looking both ways before crossing the street.

But alas, I don't know where to tell the social worker to look.

You know who you are. And you crossed the line from simply distasteful and rude to downright creepy when you tried to be lewd with a friend and regular reader of this blog.

And so the rest of you - especially those who tend to disagree with me - know that I'm not exaggerating the idiocy on display I've left up a couple of this person's comments. What better than his own words to give people a peek inside that head?

So as my uncle Will would say, out-of-line-commenter-who-fancies-yourself-a-barnyard-animal, you don't have to go home, but you have to get the H out of here!

Peace and hair grease.