Apr 29, 2011 - 10:48 am
(Kris Kristofferson reference)
I have been wrestling with ways to eliminate trolls from this site (even though I am not being paid to do so, and so must just be a total nerd). I thought of a number of techno items (and passed these on), but they don't work with creeps. Creeps are like cockroaches and they just multiply. The more you do to get rid of them, it seems, the more they multiply.
Some of us ponder the mentality of people who pretend to have cancer, or who pretend to be doctors, or who, in fact, pretend to be heroes of wars. We ponder, more so, the tenacity of some of these people, what drives them to these places where they go in their minds, what drives them to hurt others for their own satisifaction, what makes them think that self-attention, self-aggrandizement, is worth what they do to others.
I, for one, have not figured it out. It is enough for me, for the moment, to say that they have serious mental issues. At one point I even suggested to folks on this site that we should not throw them out but welcome them because they need help even more than any of us ever do. You and I might die, after all, but they have to live with this.
We have cancer.
They have issues.
Some of them are now threatening users, if they have not done so before, and this makes it not just a serious problem here, but perhaps even something of a legal issue.
They have issues.
They are, of course, bullies, and fit the bully mode: I will hurt you from far away so that you cannot hurt me, because I am, in fact, a weak link in the food chain and would be afraid to confront you face to face.
That is what they are.
I would, frankly, challenge any of them to meet me face to face, despite my dimished weight and muscle mass, but that is not the way to do business, that is not the way to act like an adult.
I try to act like an adult when I can.
It is probably time, instead, for those of us on the 'Heart of Soul" soul train (what kind of name is that anyway? Good God! Is this guy still in the 80s? Disco ball flashing?) to get off at the next stop.
For someone who wrote to a number of women, a lot of women, professing his care for cancer survivors, he certainly shows no such concern.
And yeah, I'd like to meet the guy. I'd really like to meet the guy. But he's the kind who only shows up when the lights are out.
(No more of these posts either. Just a head's up.)