Hee-larious

It's true one can never really know what happens to our ephemeral rantings in spaces like this-here blog, but the one thing I feel certain about is that in this democratic (perhaps even anarchistic) space, one is entitled to say whatever one wishes to say and in whatever manner. I espouse this right in any case, and if someone wants to try to censor me, then so be it. I write things often that I fear will offend the random reader, and even more often I write that which I sincerely hope will offend the random reader. Because I can. When I write random rants about my loathing of all things Republican and Sarah Palin in particular, I prepare for angry responses from those who stumble across my blog and mutter the word "liberal" as if it were the worst possible insult.

But when I write random expressions about moments in time I experience, I never expect that I've offended anyone enough for them to write to me about it. Please note the following email I got this morning:

Dave Mencarelli has left a new comment on your post "I hear the train a'comin, right on down the line":

I imagine there are two square block areas of Denver that could be described as unseamly also. Thanks for the review of a town where I've lived for 16 years and thoroughly enjoyed the fact I could watch someone discuss world events with their meal if I so desired. Oh to be lucky enough to live somewhere where the hoity toityness of life in academia can make you look down your nose at senior citizens confined to scooters. I'm making my flight resevations RIGHT NOW!

I don't know who this person is, but it's hilarious to me that of all the things I have said on this blog, this is the one thing that has apparently offended the unknown-to-me reader. The fact that I've offended him does not bother me, but I would like offer the following rebuttal:

1. Blogs are spaces of free speech. If you don't like my opinions, writing, world view, my academic status, gender, politics, taste in music, verbosity, or affinity for the semi-colon, don't read my blog.
2. I look down my nose at all people equally, and to suggest I confine it only to senior citizens in scooters is outrageous. (That's a joke, so freakin' re-lax already.)
3. Of course there's a lot of unseamly-ness in every city everywhere in the world, and if someone chose to point it out even in places I love, so what? Come to Denver, Mr. Whoever-You-Are and I'll even show you the depressing and sad parts where you probably wouldn't want to be holed up for a weekend either.
4. "Reservations" has two R's in it, and please do make those right away. I understand that ski season is rapidly approaching and our mountain views here are spectacular, even on smog days.

Thanks for making my Saturday morning. Really. Awesome.