One blog host recently deleted posts from various people responding to his blog which or who apparently didn't meet with his approval.

It seems he disliked either the response or the respondent..

In one instance, he deleted a response supporting another commenter whose views differ from his own.

In the interest of full disclosure, I must say that one of the people was me and yes, I'm annoyed that the host erased one of the few kudos I have received for attempts at reasonable discourse.

But this is not only about me.

Several other respondents also voiced their disapproval citing similar incidents.

One said the host had removed nearly all posts in a thread to which she had replied addressing a particular topic.

We all wonder why we should waste time and effort in a rigged game where a host unfairly wields editing power over the content that we feel should be applied judiciously only by impartial site monitors.

We wonder if  TBC is willing to reexamine and perhaps revise its present blog content management policy.  

So, Bakersfield might soon have its very own Hooters.

Yay.

I've never been in a Hooters restaurant.

Not that I wouldn't, or anything like that.

I don't have a problem with attractive, busty women schlepping my sausage and potatoes.

Nor do I have a problem with people bussing my burger who may not be as pleasing to the eye, although I hear there are no fat chicks hauling hash at Hooters.

I guess they feature lite food. Or maybe fat girls are kept in the kitchen out of sight chopping the celery.

If there had been a Hooters in the hood, I probably would have at least checked it out by now.

I hear it's like a wet T-Shirt contest without the water.

But I can wait for Pete Tittl's review.

I'm not a big breast guy. I need to at least know they're serving good food.

I can't help wondering if Pete'll rate the servers' ample attributes along with their serving skills.

I wonder whether he'll bring his trusty female companion and/or the children. I mean, hey, is it okay for kids to follow the bouncing boobs?

Anyway, before some of you start Googling up hooters you should hear a horrific hooter story.

With the possibility of one of the bosomy food and beverage bars opening in our Fabulous Field of Baker, I know some of you might be tempted to log into a Hooters site to get the skinny.

But before you click that mouse, beware that a query for the term hooters can take you places you might not want to visit. 

Several years ago, while researching the restaurant chain featuring the controversial breasty women for a news story about the proposed local opening of a Hooters-style restaurant, I mistakenly clicked on a few links provided by the search engine where I was instantly and unwittingly transported to web sites providing hard core porn.

No big deal, you say? An eyeful of some bosomy babes certainly can't hurt?

Well, let's just say that there's porn and then there's hard porn.

Then there's steel HARD porn - stuff so repugnant it would sicken the sensibilities of the even the lustiest Hustler magazine reader.

Anyway, I started clicking away through some sites, shocked and repulsed by much of what I found until it occurred to me in a sickening realization that I was in a nasty neighborhood inhabited by some even nastier people and I logged out.

I didn't think too much more about it until shortly afterward when tons of explicit emails began arriving in both my Outlook Express and snail mail boxes - some offering psychosexual thrills probably endorsed by the likes of Jeffrey Dahmer and Hannibal Lecter.

A subsequent examination of my computer revealed that it had been infected with scores of spyware files and a couple Trojan viruses to boot..

I then realized that I had unwittingly been sucked into databases managed by creepy characters where my identity would be indelibly inscribed for cyber eternity.

The flood of explicit posts offering material for everything from penis enlargement pills and programs and aphrodisiacs to a disgusting array of the hardest core pornographic material still flows regularly into both my e-mail and snail-mail boxes.

That is when I first armed myself with the best virus and spyware protection available to scrub away the scum which had formed on my newly  "hardened" hard drive.

I got rid of the infection but unfortunately the tracks of my missteps remain eternally.

I can only hope that my name isn't on some investigator's list of smut selling suspects.

Imagine what opposing political candidates would do to me were I to ever seek public office.

Heck, I don't know if I could even get a job as a shepherd after an Internet background check revealing the sites I visited.

Anyway, the point of the story is, that if you set sail in the sea of sinister sites surrounding the few legitimate links which turn up during an innocent query about hooters, the dark voyage can take through an abyss of shadowy sites offering material that could land you in jail for the possession thereof - sites operated by predators that plant corrupt cookies and other malicious files in your registry and add you to their roster of ignominious clients buying the puke they so pruriently proffer.

Oh, it turned out that the restaurant owner subject of a series of news stories I wrote over a period of about a year ended up opening his controversial eatery in the face of vigorous and relentless opposition from various religious and civic factions. A bevy of scantily clad pole and lap dancers provided more than table service and he was eventually arrested for prostitution, pimping and pandering when police finally shut the place down. It seems some sinful desserts accompanied the entrees.

But you won’t be getting lap dances in the real Hooters restaurants.

You may not even get a beer either. The company says many Hooters don’t sell alcohol.

But they are proud to offer select examples of the female anatomy.

Plastic surgeons should benefit from the increase in breast enlargement patients sure to follow the grand opening.

So Hooters hawks hot bodies along with the hot wings.

Yeah, yeah, big deal.

Who isn't selling sex these days or at least the titillating prospect thereof?

"Hello, my name is 44D, I'll be your server today, and yes, they're real..........."