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Tuesday open thread: To my troll, kiss kiss



Well, as you all saw, my Bluesky troll came on here to start shit with me. My partner in crime Trevor handled the shit, and y'all joined in. I couldn't be prouder of all of you.

But allow me to address my troll.

I don't know who you are. I have a suspicion, but no proof, obviously, since you're a fucking coward and hide in the shadows and don't declare yourself.

Are you someone I banned from here? Someone I blocked on Bluesky? 

To mock someone who has cancer is about what I would expect from someone of your sort. You've obviously never been punched in the face for your bullshit. Or, maybe you have, and seek to regain some sense of self by being an asshole online.

The fact of the matter is this: You're not loved. No one cares about you. And when you shuffle off this mortal coil, no one will notice. No one will mourn you. It will be as if you never existed. As if you mattered to no one. As if you touched not one single life.

How do I know this? Because people who affect others for the good simply wouldn't do this. They don't act like complete and inveterate assholes. They have decency. They have goodness. You have neither, so, from my experience, I can simply deduce that you are someone who does not matter to anyone, and to whom no one else matters. 

No, no, I won't shame you by asking, "Imagine if someone you loved had cancer." Because you don't love anyone. You are simply a wretch of no standing and with no meaning. And I would say I pity you, but I don't. I wish you all the emptiness you deserve.

You are, quite simply, a non-person. A useless mouth. By your actions against me you have demonstrated that you are a trifle. A nobody. A nonentity. No, of course, you won't see yourself this way. But it is what you are. Whatever world-historical figure you take yourself to be, the fact is that you are nothing but a nobody, just like the rest of us. But the rest of us make peace with the fact that there are forces greater than us which we cannot control, and we navigate them. You? You are nothing. 

Anyway, this is for you. Until the next time you decide to cry into the void.


And because I'm nothing like you, I do hope you find some peace in the end. But, frankly, I doubt you will.

This is your open thread.

Postscript

Oh, pendejo. I've lifted your ban. Come at me and this community, if you dare, you donkey-dick sucking piece of shit motherfucker. Show that you have some balls. You won't, because you don't. Piece of shit asshole. Just a tip: I have no trauma over Fidel. And my Stewie would maul the fuck out of you.