The Death Of Comments
Well, someone had to finally go and do it — prove they’re an asshole, that is. Some poor excuse for a human being hiding behind a bunch of fake email addresses (each including the name “john”) decided that my weblog didn’t have enough comment spam and proceeded to begin a digital assault on my web site. They were coming in at a rate of around 8 per hour and were from library terminals somewhere in Georgia, as well as some presumably hacked IPs up North. All this so he could advertise his stupid “online casino.” (That link is just Google Bombing as I was told to do.) Apparently, this new trend in stupidity is effecting just about everyone who puts content on the net.
So, first I had to scramble to find out how to brute-force disable comments for my site. Then I was told I had to read each and every detail for each and every fucking comment spam plug-in on the face of Earth in order to solve my problem. Sheesh! C’mon, guys!! Pick the two or three most valuable and throw ‘em at the top. Let the nitpicking stand for those who have time enough to nitpick. I’m not even half-way thru reading the mountain of information required to keep spam from infesting your WordPress installation. (I doubt the majority of us are interested in all these esoteric features anyway.)
Since this was Sunday afternoon and I had a lot more important things to do, all commenting is currently disabled on this site. First these low-IQ assholes had to ruin email, now they’re trying to do the same thing with any other type of information/communication portal. This is why I strongly believe that the only proper punishment for email and comment spammers is to be dragged behind a pickup truck at 60 MPH for 15 or 20 miles. And it should all be on TV for other potential spammers to watch. If this were passed into law, I would be so elated that I might actually start going to church again.
UPDATE: I guess if you actually do want to post a comment, you could email it to me and I could put it up. If you can’t figure out how to email me, then I’m worried for both of us.