There's a new sheriff in town, boys. Picture me as a cross between Paul Newman and Walter Brennan, both of whom played Judge Roy Bean to perfection in the moving pictures.
I've grown weary of the slugfests between the few of you who continually trash this blog with your "my Masonry is better than your Masonry" rants. As Stephen Stills sang, "Nobody's right if everyone's wrong."
If you want to brawl, do it here, in the comments section to this post. Beat the hell out of each other, bang beer mugs over each others' heads, have gunfights at high noon, shoot each other in the back, whatever.
Just do it here, and only here, in this post. It's all yours. Go ahead and bookmark the permalink, and then come out a-blazin' with your six-shooter.
But consider every other article henceforth as being "west of the Pecos," where my law rules. I'm gonna run a clean town, even if I have to get Marshall Dillon and the entire Earp and Cartwright clans to back me up.
I've received far too many emails from former readers of The Taper telling me they won't participate any longer in the comments sections, or sometimes even read the articles, because of all the un-civil, un-masonic loads of bison-dung being dumped here regularly in the comments sections. No matter what the topic of the article, the comments deteriorate into nothing but pushing and shoving and "Oh, yeah? Sez who!?"
After two-plus years of an open range, I'm homesteading this place by putting up fences on this here Ponderosa. Even libertarianism has its limits. This post is your corral. Muddy it up, bloody it up. Just stay inside the fence.
— W.S., Sheriff of These Here Parts
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