It is fair to say that there are a great many people out there who do not like me, or some of my friends. That’s ok…we don’t like you either.
At sometime in recent history there has entered a strange idea that just because we can all communicate online via Twitter and Facebook then we should all be friends..or at the very least nice to each other. It’s a bloody strange and alien idea to me.
Basically I go through life with indifference to most people, until they either annoy me or affect me negatively in some way. What happens next is that I escalate my response to a point at which they can not bear. Smart people then usually leave me alone…and I can continue on with my indifference.
With the internet this is difficult…mainly because technology has given a great many unstable people access to a voice. These were the ones that usually sit at bus stops grumbling and muttering, or in darkened smelly houses surrounded by smell cats and their faeces…or single issue nutters. Now they have a voice and they rant and moan like people care…and they don;t realise that people like me don’t care for them, or what they have to say…it doesn’t stop them stopping by on my Facebook or Twitter feed or on the blog to have their say…some stay and become trolls, some just get slaughtered by the army and move along.
The point is…should trolls be fed? Personally I don’t mind them…others not so much..hater are gonna hate, but there are levels to haters:
A younger woman who works in media recently wrote to me, “How did you build up a thick skin? Something I’ve always struggled with is not taking things personally and getting upset when people say things that hurt me — in comments, on Twitter, etc.” I explained to her that I have a hierarchy of haters. High-order haters are those who really know how to hurt you; they may have real power or influence in your social or professional world. These are the folks you might consider responding to, or otherwise defending yourself against.
Low-level haters are usually people of little professional or social consequence to you. These are the folks who call you fat and ugly because they disagree with your views on, say, the federal debt. The lower a hater is on the pyramid, the more likely it is that the best response is to ignore him — while taking pride in the knowledge that, wherever the hater falls in this hierarchy, his or her very existence means you’re succeeding in having an impact.
One thing that trolls, haters or annoying pests need to know about me…I hold grudges…not in an unhealthy consume my entire life way, just that I have a little mental filing cabinet where I file away their details and then sometime later in life, usually when they have long forgotten their flick at me, then that is usually when I get them back…right in the throat. This is reserved for special kinds of wankers who cause me particular personal grief. There is no limit to which I will stop.
Usually though someone comes for me, I duke it out immediately. Beau Murrah found out what happens when you do that, to be fair to Beau, he sent me a lovely letter the other day. I have been debating whether or not to share it, I think I will, in another post. So did Pearl Going. Other slow learning cock-smokers are still yet to learn their lesson. Again…I escalate to the point at which they can no longer bear the pain…they mistake my retaliation for anger, or malice, or hate, they shouldn’t, I am just removing annoying people from my presence ..if it was my house I would punch them in the head, if it was a noisy pub I would step them outside…as it is the blog, or Facebook or Twitter, well rapid retaliation with overwhelming force is the only effective technique. It is simple, if they want it to stop then stop annoying me and go away.
Basically though I enjoy debate, and argument, it is when it gets nasty and personal and doesn’t add to the debate that my troll killing instinct kicks in.
So readers…feed the trolls or shoot the trolls.