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Now that the UberHusband and I have entered what can be described as a “politically charged” arena with the whole IRR reactivation thing, I can’t tell you how many people have come out of the woodwork to challenge me on the things I’ve said so far.

Having said that, I’d like to take this opportunity to remind everyone of Snarky’s Comment Policy, which is pretty much the same as it was during the last presidential election:

• There are a gajillion “political” blogs out there…if you hate President Bush or want to talk about WMD or the back-door draft, go someplace else. You aren’t getting any free publicity here.
• Refrain from telling me how to feel or what to say. That really irritates me. By commenting on my blog, you are in essence a guest in my house. Bringing a bottle of wine is always a plus. Be courteous or I’ll throw your ass out.
• Don’t try to pick a fight with me. Find another hobby.
• Don’t take what I say personally unless I link to you. Far too many people think I’m talking about them when I print my snarky commentary when 99% of the time, I don’t even know who they are but once they comment…they pretty much validate what I’ve said…and provide their own link. Funny how that works, huh?
• I run, for the most part, a light and friendly blog. A sense of humor is a great thing. If you have the means, I highly suggest one. Humor has gotten me through the great tragedies in my life thus far.
• If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all. Or better yet, go say it to one of your plants.
• I’m proud of my spouse. Your results may vary.
• If you don’t (eventually) see your comment…assume you violated one of the above rules. Don’t send me an email asking me if I only print nice comments. Would you print a comment that called you a legalized murderer because your husband is in the military?
• Don’t make me ever write another post like this again. I don’t need to deal with other people’s shit on top of my own and have to pacify people who get pissy if they don’t see their name in lights, so to speak. I don’t want to have to moderate my comments 24/7 to make sure the whackos stay off my turf.

Carry on.