comment moderation

even though I would prefer not to do this, I will turn comment moderation on for a while — hopefully only a short while. The situation has become too unpleasant, and I don’t want to see more of these attempts to derail discussions, I don’t want the scheming and I don’t want the vicious type of game-playing. I don’t want personal attacks on my friends. Neither do I want this to be a place for people I barely know to vent their delusions, confusions and various other pathologies of their souls. I understand that for a certain group of maladjusted anthroposophists their only chance at entertainment is to manipulate and scheme and the only method they can think of to use for protecting the movement is to derail discussions about anthroposophy.

It is a pity it has to be so. I will be generous about letting comments through and I very much welcome comments by anthroposophists and critics of anthropsophy alike. But certain undesired elements of ‘discussion’ that have become increasingly prevalent have to cease, because otherwise I will have to stop comments altogether, as I can’t possibly deal with the situation and the chaos.


27 thoughts on “comment moderation

  1. Howl. Bark. Growl. Tail-wag …

    Well, just though that would be better than what you’ve been dealing with …

  2. Oh! LOL. No, I see it is all one picture. On my laptop, sometimes everything doesn’t fit on the screen, I seem to have to constantly remove toolbars and things that seemingly reinstate themselves without my permission, in order to keep a full screen. I was very charmed by the birds and took them to be their own little world. which they kind of are. The buildings on the other side of the water are so far away. Doesn’t it seem to you like in a way they’re two separate pictures? Or perhaps I have had a stroke LOL.

  3. It could be two pictures, actually! I had bow down on the ground to fit it all into the same picture. The picture of bird without background seemed… boring.

    They are in their own world. They’re waiting for boats to arrive, then they get excited — I think the boats bring fish to the surface of the water, and the birds go fishing.

  4. Widespread (or at least tiring) general unpleasantness in comment threads. Time-consuming nonsense. And, then, Tom. Who manages to produce everything — unpleasantness, attempts to derail comment threads and cause conflicts, nonsense — at once.

  5. I can only conclude from some comments and other messages that people have been labouring under the misconception that this blog was really here to provide an outlet for their various needs to ‘express’ themselves, to provoke people into fights, to hurt others present repeatedly (knowing how I felt about that), and so forth.

    I feel quite relieved having decided that this blog is not going to be the scene for these pathological dramas anymore. If I have a short time every day to put on the blog, I don’t want it to be wasted on trying to deal with people who are acting out all sorts of personal junk or who have been derailing discussions for pleasure.

    I won’t spend any time discussing this — I want to raise the level somewhat (basically lifting the blog up from the stinking swamp it has been partly submerged in), and that happens to be my privilege, even if I know there are people on both sides who feel differently about it. They will have to find some place else to play their games, because I don’t have the time or desire to provide it anymore. And for those who thought that these escalating provokations and attempts to pit people against each other were the most valuable things that happened here — well, that’s their loss.

    Hopefully this change will encourage less disruptive and destructive commenters that it’s worth reading and participating in comment threads.

  6. Alicia,

    Real life, human interaction and genuine discussion does not run on “rails”. You talk about “destructive commenters”, which I find ironic, because as you know, I have before, floated the general question to you, and others, of “What do you actually do that is creative?”. Photos don’t count, that’s just toying with a machine, flowers, and the world are beautiful, yes we agree. So you hate various things and want to vent. Where’s the balance? You want to champion free speech, to allow people to say what they like, pronounce uncomfortable truths to others, fine. Yet you have no capacity, apparently, to reproduce, or really pre-figure this thing you wish to see outside within your own being.


  7. Finally, for those who have yet apparently not understood this: the fact that Tom Mellett et alia enjoy free speech does not confer an obligation on me or any other website or blog owner to provide space for their stuff. I have been way too tolerant in letting these games and derailings continue, but that is now over, because this is my blog and I make the final decisions about how I want it. I want this to be a different kind of place than it seems to have turned into, and it will be.

    So — to anyone not able to accept that the shenanigans are no longer tolerated, complaining won’t help. Contribute something worthwhile or interesting, or go set up your own internet community where you can play games with other consensual participants. But don’t expect me to be involved or interested.

  8. Alicia, I appreciate this. I read your blog to understand truthful information that you, Diana, Melanie and the other honest critics provide pertaining to Waldorf education. I see the pattern
    that arises each time an article, news program or information is available to the public concerning Waldorf education. During these times, I notice that derailing is common place along side nonsensical experiences by the obvious, usual Waldorf proponents masking themselves as ‘common people’. Thank you all for keeping it real.

  9. Thank you! I agree — that is, unfortunately, the pattern.

    It was suggested to me, privately, that I ought to let one of Victor’s comments through (see above), as it is such a fine example of anthroposophical philistinism. I have done so.

    Photography is not proper creativity, it appears. It’s ‘toying with a machine’. I guess the same can be said for writing — it is ‘toying with a machine’. Any other anthroposophists who’d like to subscribe to this developmentally challenged conception of art? Any other anthroposophist who wants to flaunt his or her ignorance?

    I wouldn’t call my photos exceptional or artistically advanced. It is a hobby. Publishing them does, however, seem more worthwhile, in every respect, than providing a forum for the Toms and the Victors to act out their needs.

    (As for the rest of it: I do claim people have the right to express themselves, and I will continue to claim this. But free speech doesn’t mean I have the right to express my ideas on, e g, anthroposophical blogs. Not unless the owner of that blog is ok with it. I do, however, expect that they — whatever they think or feel about me — do not interfere with my right to express myself on my own blog or wherever else I’m welcome to do so. This should be fairly obvious, but people are apparently to dense to comprehend the consequences of what they’re suggesting.)

  10. an interesting thing, actually — is art (anthroposophically appropriate art) ever possible through a ‘machine’?

    Where does this leave anthroposophical photographers? They don’t see their art as creative?

    Oh, the dreaded machines. I supposed it never occurs to the simple-minded that it is a matter of a choice of medium. In the end, there’s no difference if a text is written on a computer or by hand — what matters is content, result, form, et c; it is about its appeal and its capacity to make people feel or think something that matters.

  11. Your photos are certainly artistic. There is no question about it. They are not only technically superb, you are expressing an increasingly individual vision, for those not too dimwitted to see it.

    Photography not an art form! We have to give Victor the benefit of the doubt that he is quite young. Otherwise there’s no good explanation for such a stupid remark. Even given their fear of machines, I don’t think most anthroposophists are THAT culturally or intellectually impaired.

  12. Thanks. A million thanks.

    I remember him mentioning his facebook account and according to that he’s at least 40. But maybe a young soul with few incarnations behind him ;-)

    The pity with anthroposophists is that most of them you never hear a word about or from. Some of those who roam around the internet defending anthroposophy are… well, they are what they are.

  13. In order to avoid polluting the other thread with moderation issues re unpublished comments, I decided to post this here instead (not with any hope of being understood, things are what they are, after all…):

    You know what — there is a reason I don’t like children, don’t want children and don’t want to work with children. I do not want to have to nag and discipline people who are too young to understand anything much. I do not want to have to deal with three-year olds who cry: ‘But Melanie hit me first!’ (ensue endless, irrelevant personal drama) or ‘I want my candy!’ because there was candy here last week and now there isn’t. Behave, and get back to talking about the topic or something that seems remotely interesting to otherd, not the size of the turds you thought the other person threw at you.

    Ffs, feel what you what you will about the insults you perceive were directed towarsd you, but you will have to respect that this is my place, and I stop the turd slinging whenever I want. And like most nursery teachers would do, I’ll do it disregarding questions of ultimate culpability. I’m in charge of drawing the lines here; it doesn’t ultimately matter who did what. People are having an interesting conversation; I do not want to see it ruined. (As I wrote before: comment on the topic, and it will be fine.)

    But it would be nice if people considered the fact that I run an establishment for non-children because raising kids is not my thing. I don’t fancy standig all day by the sandbox watching children hit each other with buckets and spades and get sand in their eyes and endlessly whine about it. Really.

  14. It occurred to me that comment moderation in the ethereal kiosk is similar to the precautions taken by Mrs Tittlemouse after the incidents with unruly house-guests.

    Here Mr Jackson (who although treated with politeness, was uninvited) comes across Sune Nordwall unexpectedly in one of the minor ethereal passages:

    Sune retreats, but is found hiding in a larder:

    Mr Jackson is frankly very pleased with himself:

    Eventually in desperation Mrs Tittlemouse is forced to brick up the entrance so Mr Jackson can’t get in. However residents of the kiosk offer him champagne through a window:

  15. haha! But this is so brilliant! Exactly how it is!

    Not that Sune tried to submit any comments (hello, Sune!). but I feel that this story is spiritually true for the general state of things here in the kiosk!

    Also, I love Beatrix Potter. I suppose I’ve already told you that mr Dog has Peter Rabbit bowls.

  16. He sat and smiled, and the water dripped off his coat tails. Mrs. Tittlemouse went round with a mop.

    Mr Jackson is such a bother. The analogy is perfect, however:

    “He sat such a while that he had to be asked if he would take some dinner?

    First she offered him cherrystones. “Thank you, thank you, Mrs. Tittlemouse! No teeth, no teeth, no teeth!” said Mr. Jackson.

    He opened his mouth most unnecessarily wide; he certainly had not a tooth in his head.

    Then she offered him thistle- down seed–“Tiddly, widdly, widdly! Pouff, pouff, puff.” said Mr. Jackson. He blew the thistle- down all over the room.

    “Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mrs. Tittlemouse! Now what I really– REALLY should like– would be a little dish of honey!”

    “I am afraid I have not got any, Mr. Jackson!” said Mrs. Tittlemouse.

    “Tiddly, widdly, widdly, Mrs. Tittlemouse!” said the smiling Mr. Jackson, “I can SMELL it; that is why I came to call.”

    Mr. Jackson rose ponderously from the table, and began to look into the cupboards.

    Mrs. Tittlemouse followed him with a dishcloth, to wipe his large wet footmarks off the parlor floor.”

  17. When my boys were little we’d often mention Mr Jackson. ”Tiddly, widdly, widdly! Pouff, pouff, puff.” “No teeth, no teeth, no teeth!”

    Sorry about the rogue quote above my addition to Ms Potter, these jumping about comment boxes are tiresome.

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