Ouf! And you commenters thought hitting the “Continue Reading” button was bad.
Look what happens when I hit the “Continue Writing” button!
(Badaboom, badabing, etc.)
But seriously, folks — the digital detectives at WordPress are trying to solve The Case of the Duplicate Comments, so if any of you happen to see that “Continue Reading” button again as your comment appears once, twice, thrice, etc., please grab a screenshot and send same to Your Humble Narrator.
More as I hear it. …
Jaysis fook, he’s off on 2020 again.
Can someone please tell the senile sonofabitch that those little blue pills won’t give him an election?
A quick housekeeping note:
Some of you are seeing your comments on posts multiplying like parasites in a Taco Hell salad. I’m looking into it and will be tugging on the coat of some “Happiness Engineer” here directly.
I asked Herself to post a comment and she did so without issue, using an M1 Mac Mini rocking Big Sur (yeah, I know, OTBJ) and some equally aged edition of Safari. We didn’t get any duplicates, triplicates, or quadruplicates of the comment, nor was she presented with a “continue reading” button after posting, which Longtime Reader of the Blog Steve O’ suggests may be the trigger for comment duplication.
She was not posting as a subscriber to the blog, just using her email and a screenname.
That’s all the intel I have for the moment.
In the meantime, while we await Wisdom, maybe commenters should ignore any “continue reading” buttons after posting and hit their browser’s “back” button instead.
And please be patient while waiting for a comment to appear. I’ve noticed some sluggishness from WordPress lately and attributed it to our ridiculous Internet connection, for which we pay far too much in a town with a national lab, a university, and all manner of other outfits that require something with more git-up-and-go than dialup AOL.
Could be that all these bells and whistles WP has been adding lately has caused something to go awry.
• Addendum: Still waiting on MeatBased® support here. A.I. speculates that “theme-level behavior” may be our problem. This would not surprise me, as this is an old theme, to which I switched after the even older theme started showing some behaviors that would get it punched in some of the bars I used to frequent.
I may have to go to manual approval of comments for a while, so if anything you have to say seems to be a tad slow on the rebop, why, you can blame Your Humble Narrator.
OK, lemme see if I have this straight. …
A fascist “leadership” that has installed felons, eejits, bullies, tools, and fools in positions of authority, unleashed a small army of masked, murderous thugs on the population, opened and filled gulags, started a needless, ill-considered, economy-strangling war it can’t seem to conclude, raised the cost of everything save labor while hoovering up gazillions for itself, its enablers, underwriters, and collaborators, insulted and/or shaken down nearly every international partner it has, revived dormant diseases, and constructed a convoluted, comical, rub-and-tug cult of personality, is suddenly clutching its stolen pearls and squealing about the perils of … communism?
Gloriosky, tovarisch! The capitalists have reached the bottom of their red-white-and-blue bag of tricks!*
You never saw Karl Marx tweeting shit like, “From each according to his ability, to … me.” But then this is the same crowd that was screeching about “tyranny” because a half-Black centrist was in the White House, mostly not fucking it up.
As we know, FreeDumb® is the most expensive kind.
We’ve never come within a gnat’s whisker of communism, not even when the Party was in its heyday. Neither has anyone else. That derned ol’ State just keeps refusing to wither away.
But we’ve gotten a pretty good look at actual tyranny. So, excuse the hell out of me for proclaiming myself a proud Groucho Marxist.
*Made in China.
Well, the good news is, I won’t need fenders and a rain jacket for the ride downtown to collect my Subie from the shop.
The better news is, it is raining.
Reincarnation (the shop, not my hope for higher rebirth) just texted to say the old bucket of bolts is still deep into its semiannual wellness check and won’t be ready to come home until tomorrow.
It should go without saying that I had just pulled a fendered Soma Saga off its hook, aired up the tires, and lubed the chain.
But no matter. That needed doing anyway. And I got a couple hours of saddle time in this morning when it was still windless, cool, and dry, noodling home from the shop on the fenderless Soma Double Cross.
Besides, I may need the Saga tomorrow. The weather wizards are calling for a 70 percent chance of rain.
FIngers crossed.
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