This is a long traveling weekend for me — I’m on my way to Calgary/Edmonton for a lecture and a debate. That means my internet access may be a little spotty, and I’m a little concerned about some of the trends in the comments, so I’m laying down a few rules.
There are too many trolls. I’m shutting off anonymous commenting for at least a little while — it won’t make them go away, but it will make it much easier for me to clean up their stinky little droppings afterwards. If it suddenly makes it impossible for you regulars to comment, let me know by email.
I may turn anonymous commenting back on when I get back, or I may leave it in place. Consider this an experiment. Aw, heck…I’ll definitely restore it for at least a few days when I’m back so everyone can discuss whether they hate it or not.
Another of those interminable back-and-forth threads where people insult others with slang terms for female genitalia, and others point out that that is demeaning to women, has begun again. I hate those. I am not about to start policing language here (I hate that, too), but I will point out that if you think it’s disparagement to compare someone to any of the delightful features found in the sublime wonderland of a lady’s garden of Venus, you are a sloppy anus with a faulty sphincter and a putrefying colon. So there. You can go ahead and use any slang terms for genitals that you desire, but henceforth they will all be regarded as expressions of endearment, love, and lust.
I’ve noticed that we’ve got quite a few readers here who feel a passionate desire for Ann Coulter. She should be flattered. You should be embarrassed that you are communicating your true feelings so poorly.
Comments are getting a little too gratuitously snarly. I’m not going to censor your general cussedness, but think a bit — spitting out a swear word doesn’t make you witty. At least make an effort to be creatively profane. I have high expectations for commenters here: you can be rude, I even encourage it, but force yourself to use your brain to a higher degree than is demanded by knee-jerk strings of expletives. Remember, I do have a rule about boring me.