Let Me Comment On Something

Wow, for the first time ever I feel like a successful writer. You might ask why, and I might be compelled to say that I've received my first piece of hate-mail--yay!

I awoke to find a very angry, seething really, comment on my last post. Anger is okay by me, but I'd much prefer to deal with it if it's attached to a name, or even some kind of handle. Smearing or otherwise vomiting publicly on my work, or something that may one day resemble my work, and then hiding behind the veil of anonymity, on the other hand, is not okay by me. How can we have a dialogue about anything if I have no idea who you are? This strikes me as both a fearful and underhanded "technique" for dealing with some inner turmoil that you have no idea how to cope with*. This strikes me as something that the infamous Fred Radtke might have inspired.

Seriously folks, comments are good but I would rather it if you signed your work somehow. Don't make me turn this blog around and change the settings. Thanks!

* Here, the author used personal preference for employing the illegal preposition-at-the-end-of-a-sentence "technique."