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Readers: I hate to waste a post on this subject, particularly during a contest week when we are seeing a lot of new visitors. However, I can't take it anymore and this needs to be addressed. To my visitors, and new readers, I apologize in advance if this post comes across as too harsh. My patience has been pushed beyond the limits.
Dear Mr. Pervert,
I realize almost every website eventually owns a resident perv. I hate to acknowledge you publicly because I know that is probably exactly what you want. I admit, I am a perv magnet. I don't know why that's true, but I accepted my personal reality years ago. However, when I say I am a perv magnet, I'm talking normal, everyday pervs. Is there such a thing? Sort of harmless pervs?
Not sick assholes like you.
The readers here at Twenty Four At Heart are really a nice group of people. We all get along great, and respect each other even when we disagree. The people who hang out around here have a good sense of humor. (Yes, even when the smiles are pointed at ourselves.) Recently, I discovered this is also an amazingly compassionate group of people. Nice people come here. Thousands and thousands of really nice, wonderful, people.
You aren't welcome here. At.All.
I get the feeling you are making the website rounds lately. I've seen other bloggers telling you to get lost, and now you've found me. Take your pictures of little girls and young teens and check yourself into a mental health facility. You are one sick bastard. Maybe somebody can help you. If not, go jump off a bridge or something and make the world a better place.
Really, I mean it.
Make the world a better place. You won't be missed.