These are no longer the disenfranchised cast outs who live under bridges. No, that would be a fairy tale too far. These are disenfranchised cast outs who invariably live in the comfort of an Ivory Tower.
Not like the one the princess unfurled her long golden locks from in Rapunzel but the kind that has running hot and cold stupidity, mains supplied ignorance and a television for shouting at.
Oh and they probably have some kind of paper delivered every day from which they take their own direct political manifesto’s from.
Everything is happy in their world. They have no issues with anything they do. They are not an ethnic minority (although usually believe they are), are not unemployed, do not claim benefits and they pay their taxes on time. They consider themselves to be model citizens and that their opinion is the only one of worth.
So they scour the internet to add bile and ill-advised comments to any subject matter they may read and not agree with. They care not who they hurt, they care not for the facts and they most definitely care not if they are proven wrong because it does not affect them. They will lay in their beds at night and be warm, they will have some significant other who will be so brow beaten by the turgid stool water that continually pours from their vacuous personalities, that they gave up living years ago and are now just simply waiting to be taken away and allowed to slip into peaceful oblivion.
These are the kind of Trolls of which I talk. The ones who I also refer to as professional arseholes. They drift along in a state of smug ignorant bliss upsetting all around them, sometimes with anonymity and sometimes not but they carry on regardless never wondering why people stop contacting them, why nobody calls any longer and nobody wants to visit. They continue life in the Ivory Tower of self-righteous thoughts and never stop to consider the future of when they are old and grey and in a nursing home with a blanket on their knees why no one comes to tell them everything will be alright. They have worn out everyone that they have ever known but still they will moan that no one comes to visit them, no one wants to see them and no one is offering them the kindness they never offered whilst they were in a position to do so.
As ye sow, so shall ye reap.
What effort does it take to find the good in someone. What effort is it to love thy neighbour. What effort is it to share the milk of human kindness because even though I am not a religious man I still know that it is better for our own wellbeing to forgive than it is to hold grudges. If you treat someone badly, you must expect to be treated badly at some point in your life. Instant Karma isn’t always gonna get you but trust me, it is out there so why risk it?
Why spend time adding a hateful piece of script not even fit for the gutter press to print when it benefits not one iota. If it has no affect on their own lives, it will not make them richer or poorer then why? I suppose it could be said that it is because they are addicted to the shock of the hatred they peddle and live each moment as it comes never trusting in the Karma bank. Because what happens to them when they become affected by the issues that they rail against. What happens when for example as I wrote yesterday in Huffington Post when matters conspire beyond their control and they find they suffer from the very thing they moaned at others for. Let’s be honest no one in this world wakes one morning an decides that they want to change their life for the worse, that the want to become a marginalised member of an uncaring society, it sometimes just happens, simple as that and no one should be bullied for it.
So as my old dad used to say “If you haven’t got anything good to say, don’t say anything at all”
I think that just about sums it up.
WBFM Is one step ahead of the fridge…