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I was just about to announce that I was going to stop moderating the comments because everyone has been behaving so well for years now. I was pretty excited about this because I really do hate censorship and all.

Of course, then I got a comment that reminded me why I moderate the comments.

It was either from the most socially inept person on the planet, who was slightly mean to be quite honest (and no, I didn't know this person, even though she kindly left her e-mail address), or it was spam.

I would guess it was the latter, but I don't really know why. It was way too awful and disgusting to publish here or even excerpt, but I will sum up the hate-fest and what made me think the person posting it was either a computer or the biggest moron to ever roam the Earth.

First off, it was on a post that I made about three years ago when I first moved to Nashville. Yeah, OK.

Secondly, it started out about the White House Easter Egg hunt, which was completely irrelevant. And then it went on a rather intense tirade about the whole Obama family, which didn't really make sense, but I could-might want to forward it to the Secret Service. Such class, so little time.

Then it launches into some dirty sex thing which I don't really see what that has to do with a) the original post, b) the Obamas and c) Easter egg hunts. I also don't see what it has to do with me, because I am obviously not a man and can't really provide what "Judy" was looking for.

If someone was trying to be funny, they failed miserably. If they were trying to spam, they still failed miserably. If they were trying to offend, well, that didn't really work either. I'm just confused.

Of course, maybe this random stranger is a big, giant attention whore (and quite possibly, from the sex stuff, a real whore, too!). In which case, they got what they wanted.

I do like to fan the flames with attention whores around here. They're so much fun to make fun of.

I'm going to some charity thing for Africa tonight that Big Kenny is putting on, and I really hope I don't have to interact with him. He scares me.

Not as much as little Kenny, but that's a whole 'nother therapy session.

posted by Laura at 4:40 PM