No sooner had I discussed the blogroach over at Doctorvee’s place, than one descended upon the Devil’s Kitchen. Despite the obvious advice about feeding the buggers, DK went ahead and dallied with his before getting bored.
Okay, I can understand that some will be upset by DK’s colourful use of language, but there is no secret that this is what is on offer, nor is there any secret made of the writer’s contempt for the lower forms of life found upon the interweb. Even so, when this epsilon descended, it was mildly surprising that such fuckwittery really does exist:
I shut down my blog because I knew I didn’t have the intellect to engage in the debate but then I read your illiterate nonsense and by god it confirmed to me that any idiot can be offensive and you are the biggest idiot of them all!
Hey amoeba try having a go at forming a complete sentence (difficult enough for you I know – you could try borrowing another brain cell from one of your mates and doubling your capacity)without resorting to idiotic use of offensive language
Y’see, the language is all part of it and the withering contempt for the likes of Bob Piper; working class hero, is to be expected… What you get is what’s written on the tin. So, WTF!? I mean, you can hardly accuse DK of a trades description offence, now, can you?
But.. But..
When presented with what is, frankly, imbecilic comment designed and manufactured in the playground, one wonders, just what is it that motivates these people? What do they expect? Do they expect the blog owner to get all worked up about it? To vigorously defend himself and descend into a flame war perhaps? The reality is that the blog owner can crush a blogroach fairly easily. Indeed, had Doctorvee’s troll insulted me at my own place, it is doubtful I would have bothered with the public fisking (I was in two minds but the devil got the better of me); I would simply have deleted the comments and put him into a permanent moderation queue, thereby ensuring any further comments from him would not see the light of day. And, before someone cries foul – I am well aware of freedom of speech. I am also aware of who pays for the hosting here and what constitutes valid free expression and what constitutes vandalism and the difference between them. That’s why I have a moderation policy.
I understand intellectually the argument that trolls and blogroaches enjoy the disruption they cause, but sooner or later they will be shut out of the site they are disrupting, because even those who derive a certain sadistic pleasure from teasing them will tire and want to move on. There’s only so much fun to be gained kicking the terminally ignorant. Had it been my site, I would have deleted the comments on sight – I really couldn’t be bothered. At least Doctorvee’s troll was just sufficiently amusing to be worth a public kicking, DK’s didn’t even demonstrate that high level of dimwittery.
Yes, intellectually, I can understand, but practically, I have real difficulty with the concept. Do they do this in real life? If so, I can’t say that I’ve met them. If not, then why here? Is it that anonymity thing that gives them a feeling that they can do and say whatever they want? Wherever they want? After all, if they were a guest in someone’s home and behaved like that, they would at best be invited to leave. Deleting their comments and banning them here is the same principle.
There must be something about Bob Piper…
It does seem so. I notice yours is still wittering. Your comment that he get a blog is likely to fall on deaf ears. Simply not publishing his comments will make him tire eventually.
Do they do this in real life? If so, I can’t say that I’ve met them. If not, then why here? Is it that anonymity thing that gives them a feeling that they can do and say whatever they want? Wherever they want?
Shades of Polly’s lament there, sir… 😉
I thought that I might as well bait him, the silly sod. It was quite amusing for a time: I was rather hoping that people might imagine the world-weary sigh and shrug of the shoulders inherent in my overly patient replies!
DK
Oh, dear…
In this context it was meant that people would not dream of behaving so badly in real life… or do they? After all, behind a computer screen, one can utter any insult with relative impunity, safe in the knowledge that a smack in the mouth will not be forthcoming. That was what I meant, rather than the Polly’s lament. You can be so cruel.