My blog has become a haven for smut postings.  Every day I spend most of my time editing comments from smut sites that want to post on my blog.  Who knew?  I thought my little blog would be safe.  We’d talk over the effects of menopause, aging in general, rag on our kids, complain about our parents, you know pretty much chat like I would if we were having coffee at my house.  Turns out, the difference is if we were at my house these filthy creeps wouldn’t be in the kitchen screaming obscenities at us while we were having our Kenyan Blend.

How did they find me?  I don’t hang out on street corners and hang my tas out asking them to drop by for a quickie.  I don’t go to cheap motels and ask them to knock on the door of the room with the red light in the window.  Hell, I am someone’s grandmother.  I am writing about good American values here, (and the occasional broken cootch)!  What gives them the right to peddle smut at my front door?  I was asked to respond to a comment on my sweet little blog about wrapping Christmas presents.  The comment was about anal sex videos and where to go to order them.  WTF???  I don’t even slightly get the parallel.  I asked my niece who designed my blog site what I could do about these losers, and she said basically nothing.  We have to spam them after each entry and spam the entry as well.  Now that they have found the site, even if we were to block the entry they could use a backdoor (go ahead and laugh…I get it….for those of you who don’t, think about what the videos were about) and leave comments anyway.  Great!!

I love it when people leave comments.  It’s the only way I can tell when people read my blog.   I don’t believe when someone leaves a comment that only refers to “giant c***s” that they have really read my blog.  I don’t usually reference such things.  It’s not really my style.  I guess I have now, and perhaps that means I will have to reconsider my blog genre.  Anyway, it is really annoying.  I just don’t see why smut has to color everything in our world.  You can’t ride a taxi, bus, or train without seeing  graffiti on the side of the road and the interior of the vehicles.  When we were in Rome there was a wall near our hotel where someone had written “f*** Bush”.  I happened to agree, but I didn’t want to see it written in black spray paint on the side of a wall in Rome.  It’s almost like people can’t stand to see blank, clean, spaces.  Do you remember being a kid and having to walk  on any snow that hadn’t already been walked on?  Pristine snow just called to me.  I had to leave my footprints.  I loved it.  However; I didn’t write obscenities in the snow.  Partly because it would have been unseemly, and partly because my parents would have beaten the holy hell out of me. 

That’s the other thing.  I don’t have the option of responding back to these idiots who leave their crude comments.  I would like to tell them some of the basic life rules my parents drilled into me.  “Fool names and fools faces are always seen in public places”  Okay, maybe not that one.  “Pretty is as pretty does”, doesn’t really work either.  How about…”crayons are for paper”.  I think I’m getting closer.  “If you don’t settle down and act like you got some smarts I’m about to put the hammer down!”  Yup, that’d do it.  It always worked for me.  I don’t know why I worried about him putting the hammer down.  He never picked the hammer up!  Still, it kept me out of trouble and I wouldn’t have tagged anything to save my soul.   I would love to tell these people who are probably earning God knows how much to spend time at the computer looking for innocent little blogs and smut them up that they would be better off using their resources for good rather than evil.  But alas, they are harder to find than I am.  I can email back to the address that they leave the comments from (and I have) but I get…notice: failure to deliver…each and every time!  Damn these dark forces!!

I can’t win.  I will continue to spam comments.  I will go into my email account several times daily and approve those people who count, and spam the idiots who think this site is some kind of trash can for porn.  I can’t believe that they think I would do anything else.  Maybe on occasion they find some fool who doesn’t look and blindly allows all comments on their site.  Yeah, I’m not that dumb.  I’ve raised kids…I know how fools behave.  I will check and check and check.  In addition to all my other titles I am now a watchdog.  Grrrrrrrrrrr!  Watch out…I bite!! 

3 Comments »

1. 

   Um, you might want to refuse shipment on the stripper pole Mikey and I sent you as a belated b’day gift arriving tomorrow. So sad, too. The custom made doily cover made it quite attractive.

   Comment by pms — March 3, 2009 @ 5:18 pm

2. 

   That’s different. That’s not a comment about my blog. That’s a lifestyle comment. I’m good with that!

   Comment by admin — March 3, 2009 @ 10:42 pm

3. 

   Too late. Am keeping it for myself. Found a geriatric auto-lift for pole with coordinating tassels, instuctional DVD and optional 911 dialer. And if you order within the next ten minutes, two coupons for $10 each off your next ER visits.

   Comment by pms — March 4, 2009 @ 2:40 pm

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