My Really Angry Letter

I swear to goodness, the next person who comments on my blog with the spamming and just general grossness will be shot. Survivors will be shot again. Well, if I had the ability to do so, and I knew I could get away with it, I might. So instead I am writing a really angry letter. I do not want porn, or graphic pictures, or nastiness, or advertisements. It is sick. It's not that I have anything against porn or graphic pictures or advertisements, but there is a time and a place. My blog is not the time or the place, you wingnuts!!! See that? Three exclamation points. This is not a good sign. NEXT THING YOU KNOW, IT WILL BE CAPITAL LETTERS AND BOLD PRINT. But I am not that angry. Yet. It could easily happen, however, if someone were to ignore my warnings about being shot multiple times, if only with rock salt. And if you think that won't hurt, then just imagine having to wash all that salt out of your wounds. Why do you think we keep a shot gun loaded with it at my house?
Love Always,
Kait