My blog has been graced by the ever-so-insightful comments of one firstname.lastname@example.org (yep, I totally went there). It seems that Mr. O, as I’ll call him from here, felt the need to post the following on my previous post regarding my son’s continued illness:
Poor kid growing up with no father. Who gonna teach to hooey?
Now, for those readers who know much of anything about me, you’ll know that I’ve got more than a few problems with this comment. But I think most troubling to me is that the poor sod couldn’t even manage to articulate a complete thought. And this makes me think,
Poor Mr. O growing up with whatever your family structure was/is/may be; who is going to teach you not to be a caveman?
My guess, based on a peak at this blog’s search terms for today (“reproducing” being the term in question, I do believe) is that the poor guy was just peaved that I hadn’t provided a picture book on my blog to show him how it’s done (and wouldn’t that be interesting, dear readers?). Poor, poor Mr. O.