Welcome to the new daily comment roundup, where we gather the best (and worst) of what you sickos send in reply to The Scott Sheet. Y’all have been smashing that “Reply” button with the enthusiasm of a toddler on a drum set, and frankly, it’s beautiful. But it’s also gotten to be a lot. So starting now, instead of trying to cram all your glorious derangement into the daily email, we’re giving your comments a daily post of their own, right here on the site.
Eventually, I’d love to see the comment section at the bottom of each post become the new town square – minus the pitchforks, or with them, we’re not picky. After all, there’s nothing more fun than commenting on other comments. But continue to smash reply, too. I’m so damn attention-starved, I crave your interaction.
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Now, what I heard over the weekend from you Sheet Heads…
Scott, I read this piece out loud to my husband while we sat on the porch watching the sun set over the plains. It made us laugh, tear up, and maybe yell “hell yeah” once or twice. Thank you for putting into words what so many of us feel. PS: I miss you on the radio. Maybe you can start reading your own pieces out loud.
Lisa in Fort Morgan
From Me in my Spare Bedroom Studio in Johnstown: Lisa, if I made y’all hoot, holler, and get a little misty-eyed on the porch, then my work here is done. That’s the Colorado I miss too – let’s go get her back. PS: The ScottCast is re-launching this week. I’ll read some stories out loud and perhaps get agitated before your very ears.
Your commentary on Rural Reckoning is spot on. We moved to the front range about 10 years ago from Rifle. Living over here the disparity is more obvious or maybe it is just getting worse over time. Anyway, keep up the fight!
Allen
From Me: Allen, you get it. When you move from Rifle to the Front Range, it’s like stepping through a portal from livin’ tough and local to performative composting and $9 lattes. The rural-urban gap isn’t just growing, it’s gaping like a pothole on an unmaintained county road. And you’re right: it’s either getting worse, or we’re just waking up to how bad it always was.
Thanks for chiming in, and don’t just tell me to “keep up the fight.” Grab a shovel, brother. We’re gonna need more hands.
Scott, your obsession with ‘snark’ is exhausting. Maybe if you used fewer zingers and more data, people would take your budget analysis seriously. As is, it reads like talk radio cosplay.
“Concerned4Truth” (anonymous location, of course)
From Me (Location known: Johnstown): Oh, “Concerned4Truth,” bless your humorless little spreadsheet heart. I use data, I just season it with enough spice so readers don’t nod off into their avocado toast. Boring won’t save Colorado. A good laugh and a truth bomb just might.
Scott, THANK YOU. This story should be required reading for every Front Range transplant who thinks food grows at Whole Foods and tractors are a nuisance. You said what we’ve all been screaming into the wind.
Marty in Holyoke
From Me in Johnstown: Marty, you’re exactly who I wrote it for, and yes, if I could beam this piece into every Tesla on I-25, I would. Here’s to speaking up for the folks holding the actual backbone of Colorado together – one cow pie and combine at a time.
Your piece on rural Colorado was searing in the best way. It’s like someone finally pulled back the curtain and said, “Hey city folks, there’s a whole other Colorado out here.”
Linda in Mead
From Me (guess where I’m from): Right? Rural Colorado’s been screaming into the void for decades, but no one heard it over the sound of urbanites clicking “like” on a composting reel. Glad to finally shout loud enough to break through.
You make it sound like rural Colorado is some innocent victim. Ever heard of personal responsibility? People choose where they live.
Todd in Denver
From Me: Ah yes, the ol’ “bootstraps” defense. Todd, if personal responsibility could pave roads and keep hospitals open, the plains would be Manhattan by now. But sure, tell the next gas station clerk they just need to hustle harder.
This one pissed me off – in a good way. You perfectly captured the double standard in our justice system without slipping into conspiracy crap.
Janet in Loveland
From Me: That’s the goal: pissed, but informed. Like a prosecutor with a caffeine addiction and receipts.
That line about the GOP needing a “Get Out of Facebook” card was brutal. You’re not wrong, though, the Dems are playing chess while the GOP’s still in a group chat meltdown.
Mark D.
From Scott J: Exactly, Mark. Democrats are out knocking doors while Republicans are busy rage-posting memes that look like they were made in MS Paint. Strategy vs. static.
You sound like you’re rooting for the Democrats. Journalism shouldn’t cheerlead.
Cherise in Greeley
From Me, not in Greeley: Cherise, two things: 1. I am not a “journalist,” I am an opinion hack with both diarrhea of the mouth and fingers. So take everything I say (and type) with a damn grain of salt – it’s an opinion. We all have one, and they all smell just as bad. 2. If pointing out which team actually showed up to the damn game sounds like cheerleading, maybe your squad needs a better coach. Or, you know, any coach.
Man, this one hit me in the gut. I’ve felt that same push-pull love for this crazy-ass state. Beautifully written.
Tom R.
From Me: Thanks, Tom. Colorado’s like your brilliant, unstable ex—stunning, unpredictable, and somehow always managing to blow your mind and your property taxes.
This one made me cry a little, laugh a lot, and seriously reconsider moving to New Mexico. I mean that as the highest compliment.
Anna in Frederick
From Me: I’ll take it. If we can’t fix Colorado, maybe we can at least warn the neighbors.
That’s it for today’s edition of Voices from the Void…
…aka, the replies, rants, and roastings from you glorious Sheet Heads. Want to get featured in tomorrow’s bloodbath? Simple: scroll to the bottom of any post and drop your comment in the box like it’s a confessional booth with WiFi. The goal here is to build something louder, messier, and more alive than the average comment section; a digital barn-raising with fewer splinters and more sass. But hey, if you’re shy or just allergic to public internet brawls, smash that “Reply” button in your inbox like you’ve done so well already. I’ll find you. I always do.
And for the love of whatever gods still haunt the Rockies, use the damn share buttons at the end of each post. Spread the snark. Corrupt your group chats. Ruin brunch. Let’s make Colorado common-sense conversation a contact sport again.
