I need to make something clear.  I don’t have little “Like” or “Dislike” buttons because I am not Mark Zuckerberg and I did not invent Facebook.  I barely invented me.

The way I figure it, life has way too many little buttons.  Hellfire, I don’t even like the buttons you punch to vote.  I want a little place out to the side where you can write your reason for voting for this guy.  You should be able to write, “I am not fond of this guy but he’s the lesser of six really evil people,” or “most honest woman in a den of thieves,” or even, “I have come to expect very little from this incumbent but sometimes very little from one man is better than a whole lot from another.”

If you want to say something at The World’s Most Dangerous Beauty Salon, Inc., speak up.  Loudly.  Thelma’s blow dryer is louder than a restless mule in a tin barn so sometimes it pays to bellow when you have something to say.

But, about once a month, I get an email complaining that I need Like and Dislike buttons.  No.

Sometimes they are even very flattering, like the one I got this morning.

juanita,

i’ve come to love you a lot but is there any way you can put a “like” or “fave” button on the comments so i can do that? some of your readers are almost (and i mean almost) as funny as you are. and astute…and all the other things that make you my first read of the day.

I’m honored.

Okay, so we are a large collection of folks who think laughter is better than stalking Newt Gingrich with intent to barbeque.  I freely admit that the only reason I write this stuff is to read the comments.  So, if you want to say, “Dadburnit, that comment by Lucy was something I’m gonna write down and carry in my pocket,” then say it.  No button punching.

You don’t have to be clever or smart or funny or even literate, although literate helps.  Just write your name in the box and say “Amen, Becky,” unless, of course, you’re not talking to Becky.

Yes, I do have the best commenters on the internet machine.  I know that.  Don’t be afraid to jump in and say something dumb.  It ain’t like we know where you live.