It’s Still a Culture War: On Closing Comments

They’re back.

Maybe they never went away.

I’m not into fighting with people on the Internet whose buttons have been pushed over something I wrote.

Life is too short.

There are some tags that attract them.

Sex is always a hot button to push.

Get a clue.

There is a sane solution to this.

No one is forcing you to read my stuff.

No one.

Do I appear to be to you — like — someone who cares. About venom.

WHO is forcing you to read what I write.

Oh, no one.

Mr Bones, just don’t fucking read it.

How is this brain surgery.

With some work, I am doing away with comments on this particular blog because it’s just venom, and I don’t want it in my house.

It sucks the oxygen from the room.

The venom is dreary. It is beneath even you.

What happens is that eventually, it works its way into the awareness and consciousness of the kids I deal with.

The stuff I write has no bearing or reference to you. You are irrelevant.

Just go away.

Not willingly. They never go willingly.

It’s still a culture war.