Blogging has its trials and tribulations

Comments have become a  definite feature of the blog.  It' s a good thing.

Moderating has  become a substantial  chore and responsibility.

Especially when the exchange  is between comments identified by time posted.

I have to  flip back and forth to  follow the thread and see what was said  by 17.90 p.m., or whatever .

to understand the context  in order to "moderate" the comment. 

If a comment is really ugly  it's a  no-brainer.

Sometimes my finger hits ever so slightly below publish and  there's an accidental deletion. 

I  may copy and paste  it to a post but that's a confounded nuisance.

If  deletion  happens  for no apparent reason I would appreciate a repeat  so that I can undo my error. 

Sometimes I don't understand the context .Then I think it may have landed like a butterfly by mistake. 

I deleted one about the resident trollster having made some good points...I couldn't follow that one. 

So I made an admittedly biased judgement .

I am not comfortable with  anonymous personal criticism . If I do it, my target knows it's me and can fight back. If  I didn't do  it , I become the target for something I didn't do.

A comment might be thoughtful and arguable  and right  smack in the middle there's a shot at  a councillor ....then I have a problem  with deletion. So I publish  hoping it won't be noticed and I 

won't be blamed.  Of course I know that's not going to happen. 

I  am not personally hostile towards any Councillor.  Without exception , all are perfectly 

civil and save when they're mad at me, congenial.

I will fight anybody on a political  issue.  My mother used to say "That yin would fight wi' her ain shadow"

But my life is not blighted with the weight of  hatred.

That's a terrible waste/