Considering that I am now rather certain that at least a few people read my posts, and, as history suggests, a few are often even beguiled into commenting, I thought I might make a ‘commenting policy’ section to guide you with your communications.
I couldn’t give an infinite amount less of shits about what you have to say. It’s your comment. Do with it what you please.
Just be weary that I have the power to control and manipulate the comments you write: This is my house, bitches.
This means that your comment of … “You are an absolutely unenlightened twat-bag, who needs to stop flapping his mouth on topics that he doesn’t understand. I fart in your general direction. Your mother was a hamster and your farther smells of elderberries,” could very easily become, “I love you. Will you marry me? You’re so handsome and charming and your beard makes my insides tingle with disdainful ecstasy.”
Would I ever do such a thing? I don’t know. I haven’t thus far, but I’m an unpredictable kind of fella. So watch yo self.
If you want to hurl abuse, swear, dance, disagree with me, sing, throw proverbial javelins at cheetahs … I don’t give a shit. You may give yourself the appearance of an ass twat at your own leisure, which will especially be the case if you choose to openly disagree with me. Because keep in mind, I am Jesus and thus omniscient, and so your conflicting stance will inevitably be discredited with haste on account of my almighty majesty.
I’d suggest you also keep in mind that a large chunk of the stuff I write is based on satire. So, for the newbies, no, I’m not, nor do I think I am, Jesus. If you feel offended with what I’ve written, there’s a large chance that you didn’t detect the intended funny. Oh well.
Humour is my main aim. It cures our ailments. And it feeds our soul.
A comment full of humour is always one that’s most appreciated. But again, shits not be given.
On a seriously unserious (but actually serious) note; I no longer have any interest in debating with my commenters. If you’re opinion calls my attention for a debate, I shall simply ignore it. Unless I’m feeling frisky, of course. In which case – game on.
Say what you will. The choice is yours.