The recent piece I wrote for Slate entitled "Stop Them Before They Joke Again" generated a fair amount of mail, both to me and on Slate's "Fray" discussion boards.

While a number of people agreed with my take and liked what I had to say, the piece certainly had its detractors. Chief among them was a nice fellow named Josh who sent me the following email, subject lined "Hey Asshole":

You are completely retarded. Do they actually pay you for this? The one man stand against humor. Finally, someone is fighting this pandemic. Couldn't you just find another profession? Trust me, writing isn't ur thang. Laughter is contagious, that's a good thing. I hope someone kicks your fuckinhg ass, prick! Slate must not do much of a background check, but I do. We'll leave humor to the pros, if you will leave writing to them.

Yours
J

And therein lies the beauty of the Internet--it gives people the chance to dialogue and share their thoughts instantly and without prejudice. Josh and I began a dialogue and, eventually, to his credit, we were able to find some middle ground.

Also, a bit of housekeeping. I was told to add the following to a posting, so I can get picked up on Technorati. I am doing so here:

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