February 11, 2005
set high goals
I'm not gonna mention the site, but there is a troll there who once called himself "Stinker" but is now is very proud of himself for being able to call himself "Prick" now. What a feat of evolution! All the way from Stinker to Prick and the bastard is PROUD of it.
Once this wonderful guy rescued me from my spam problems, I started thinking about trolls. That made my head hurt, but I did it anyway. WHY would anybody want to be a troll in the first place? I mean, that's a pretty low bar to set to begin with, but when you start bragging about changing your name from "Stinker" to "Prick," I really have to wonder about the person laughing.
Did you tell your mama about that accomplishment? Is SHE proud of you? Does your mama swim out to troop ships? Were YOU the result of a drunken father who had sex with a dog? I have to ponder such serious questions, since YOU raised the issue.
I know why trolls do what they do. It's THE INTERNET and they can sling feces and then HIDE behind fake names, phoney email addresses and avoid ANY accountability for what they do. It's pure masturbation, that's all, and that's what those people LIKE. They are the sick fucks who buy inflatable sex-dolls and can't even get the DOLL to have sex with them.
I know the loneliest feeling in the world, because I've experienced it several times. Be on stage, under the lights, in front of a crowd and play your best song. Then hear nothing when you're finished. No applause---not even a boo. Just fucking NOTHING!!!
So, try to warm the crowd up, break the ice and get SOMETHING going by juggling and telling your best joke. Have that fall flat on its ass, too, and you STILL see nothing but a sea of stone-faced corpses beyond the stage lights, and you still have 45 minutes to go in the set.
THAT is a lonely feeling.
Post a blog for more than three years. You can catch a lot of shit from that, too, and you don't always make a lot of friends. But at least you have the balls to get up on the stage and do it. Under the lights, and playing to whatevewr kind of audience you have to deal with.
Trolls don't operate that way. Trolls are cockroaches. They like to run across your kitchen floor, shit where they can, but they don't want anybody to see anything but the pecker-tracks they leave behind. Turn on the kitchen light and they run under the refrigerator. They HIDE, then brag that they changed from Stinker to Prick or... I dunno "Bag of Shit" may be next.
What a jolly way to live your life. Make mama and daddy proud. Go far in this world. Raise children and teach them well. "Son, I wanna show you something you need to know. Watch what I'M about to do on somebody's web site. See, son? This is how a real MAN behaves."
Bejus. These assholes could deflate a blow-up sex-doll just by LOOKING at one.
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