Moderation blues

I hate censorship. Were I old enough at the time, I would have testified at the PMRC hearings, right along Dee Snider, Frank Zappa and John Denver. (I was 11 in 1985.) My mood this morning is fittingly as blue as the Blogger theme I've applied for this site...which is sadly about the only measure of control I have left these days.

Since I started JasonSalas.com, I've waged an escalating battle with my blog's producers over the level of feedback allowed and how closely I can interact with those who read my stuff. Despite this being my personal space and not being affiliated with KUAM, invariably it gets linked back to my station and what I do for a living as an anchorman. And I don't mind producers going through comments in the interest of quality control, and, to no small degree, safety.

Feedback my producers have deemed questionable has gotten so that they've decided to turn off anonymous commenting and go back to moderating feedback again, rejecting questionable comments (this happened once last year and I fought to get it removed). Bottom line: they're at the point where they're deleting more comments than ones they're allowing to remain. I welcome feedback and appreciate criticism, but it's apparently a bit much for the people whose job it is to make this a safe and happy place to be.

This isn't the result of one particular post or a specific user...just the overall tone certain people use, the relevance (or lack thereof) to the subject matter of the posts, and people's seemingly unending curiosity about personal details and schedules...and utter rage when I don't divulge such.

I wish I could more directly control it, but it's for the best. I've argued long and hard to allow those comments that make it online just to get there in the first place, so believe me when I say I'm with you on this. Consider this blog quasi-read-only for now...and do continue to leave comments and I'll do my best to get them published. To the 99.997% of you that do behave, I apologize and do appreciate your patience.

A few people pissed in the corner of the deep end of the pool, and now everybody's got to get out. So if you know me, you know how to get a hold of me.

That's show biz, baby. :-)