Hey all you Free-Thinking Poets and Artists who moderate your comments because you’re scared of a little spam…

Yeah, you know who you are…


And yeah, I know we already discussed this topic in my “PRO” TIP: DO NOT MODERATE ME!

Still pisses me off though every time I post a comment on your site and get the ol’ “Comment waiting to be moderated/approved” announcement of fear.

Deep breath…

But, I’m learning to cope with it…

My Personal Pope, the Greatest of Gurus, Dr. Wayne “The Wonderful” Dyer tells me that when having to choose between being right or being kind, I should always choose to be kind.

It’s a beautiful piece of wisdom.


I love Dr. Dyer.

He has changed my life dramatically in the most positive ways. You should check him out if you haven’t already.

And that’s why it hurts me so much to sin against this most poetic of his precepts…

But it’s so hard not get mad at you moderating sissies because so many, practically all of you, are doing it!

Deep breath…


Deep breath…


I’m not going to revisit all that…well, maybe I am but it’s only because I just read a very interesting WIRED article about REAL Moderators.

According to the article, our major social media tech companies outsource hordes of moderating work – estimated over 100,000 laborers; mostly in the Philippines – to scan the internet and scrub it of all the darkest and most disgusting images that the those with the most darkest and disgusting minds out there like to post just for the shock factor of grossing us out and/or to satisfy their sick perversions — of the porn, the beheadings, the most gruesome of the auto and other kinds of deaths…

Yeah…now that is some Serious Moderating.

Some mind-twisting, psychologically-impairing Moderating.

I cannot imagine having a job where I would have to look at that kind of stuff all day.

Look, I’m no angel, but I can’t even watch an instant replay of a pro athlete twisting his ankle. Seriously. I have to avert my eyes or click off to another channel. Because if I don’t click away, I’m sure to catch a glimpse of it sooner or later because they show the ankle twisting, or knee hyperextending, in super-slow mo, over and over and over…


But those REAL Moderators…

Pour souls. A tough gig to earn only around $500 bucks a month.

Hopefully in their noble endeavors they run across some of Dr Dyer’s videos and receive some of his wise guidance and counseling to help them cope.

But, come to think of it, that might just get them in trouble.

Strange to consider, isn’t it?

A job where you could get busted for not watching porn.

Strange, indeed…but I’m glad they’re out there protecting us from all that vileness.

And it should show all you Sissy Moderators moderating your nervous world against the Evil Legions of Spam Armies that are out there just waiting to attack you at the first sign of the slightest weakness in your moderation defenses just what REAL Moderating entails.

Yes, I know, some of you who moderate your comments have valid concerns of serious and potentially dangerous troll threats.

And I completely understand and moderating your comments is exactly the action you should take…at a minimum.

It’s not you to whom I speak against, though.

It’s to all the sissy spam moderators who would rather throttle the flow of freedom and liberty just so they don’t have to delete a spam comment that just so happens to slip through their defenses…L.O.L.

They must sure be getting a lot of comments to be getting so much spam.

Yeah right…

Besides…have you all checked out the spam lately?

Some are actually quite awesome, at least the ones sneaky enough to get through that Akismet spam catcher thingy.

Just the other day one of my evil spambot comments was so awesome, I left it on the post…

In fact, is was so awesome, I replied to it.



So to all the heroes out there, the REAL Moderators, mostly in Manila, doing God’s work by keeping the internet safe for all the innocent like yours truly, I tip my hat to you.

Thank you.

But to all you sissies out there moderating your spam out of fear…

Yeah, that’s right, you.

You’re a sissy.

A big one…


Deep breath…


Moderated Kurt
Moderated Me




26 Replies to “Hey all you Free-Thinking Poets and Artists who moderate your comments because you’re scared of a little spam…”

    1. Good. I’m glad you were able to convince him to “Man Up,” so to speak, Auntie Doris. And if the spambots attack, I’m sure one with your “spirited” wit can conjure up ways to easily overcome their annoyance without having to revert to censorship and fear.


  1. All I know is I am not that concern about who dislikes my work, what concerns me is who will it help, who really cares for the feel, you dig, when Kurt (if i may say his first name) gave me his opinion about my poem “Colored People” I was very proud and approved it right away, what Kurt knows not is he is the very first professional to give me critique on any of my work, except my art when a art contest (huge) at KC union station in Kansas city ,Mo placed 1st and second place ribbons on my art paintings , and the library purchased my baseball book for kids and one other. Thanks for the help man, Big Time,.Big time Kurt !!

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  2. Took a deep breath, and I believe (if the WordPress elementals out there allow it) I switched everything to “Ready, aim, FIRE!” Didn’t even realize that the default was on “moderate,” although I can imagine that a lot of people appreciate that. Thank you for the post(s). In the words of Churchill, “Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfills the same function as pain int he human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things.” Although sometimes, that unhealthy state is not that of the author… (but if it is, the idea is that it makes you better and stronger in the long run…I hope).

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    1. I really appreciate your thoughtful and inspiring comment, Blue Myanamotu. You and I are overwhelmingly in the minority on this one. It’s hard for me to comprehend but that’s the way it is. Yeah, the point of the original do not moderate me post was to assist those who didn’t even realize it, and also as a way to express my frustration with all the others who are doing it willingly. Thanks for taking the time to affirm to me there are a few of us out there open to and ready for the pain all in defense of the noble cause… Bottom line, if we don’t, who will? :)

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  3. Have never moderated comments. Don’t have the time or the inclination. Thanks for following my blog–at last, a follower who is actually interesting.. Not that I don’t have others, but there are so many who really don’t need to be blogging except maybe for their moms and very, very close friends. As an aside, you mean you didn’t watch Joe Theismann break his leg back in 1985? I was working in sports in TV at the time–we replayed that one over and over and over…it was spectacular. And I’m not even a guy ;-)

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    1. I consider not seeing Theismann’s break, along with not seeing an episode of the Simpsons, my crowning achievement in gross avoidance.

      In fairness to all my other lesser gross avoidance achievements…I was stationed in Japan when the actual break happened.

      Thanks for stopping by, Alli. I believe you and I will get along famously.

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  4. I revisited this post when WP popped it up at the bottom of a page. I have since then stopped moderating, the first time when my comment went into someone’s comment jail and I swore. I decided I didn’t like it either.

    I particularly don’t like it on some other blogger sites that make you jump through hoops and choose pictures of pies etc to prove you are not a robot and then tell you that you are being moderated.

    So yeah.



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