It’s one thing to stand down to a 200lbs street fighter. It makes a lot of sense. Been there. Done that. To equate that with an online jerk and troll is kinda misleading.
I’ve been here for years and just got sick and tired of all the BS that passed for wit and just simply answered back with some of my own.
(A lot better by the way...ask around)
Then it was break out the fainting couches and clutch your pearls! My god, he’s talking back! If you don’t feel comfortable confronting a troll online, maybe knitting is your next move.
I had a Nazi biker (a Vago) move in next door to my dads and had a pushing contest with the creep. As a kid, the guy down the street that I used to play with grew up to be the president of the Lynchmen- 4 Corners, back in the San Fernando Valley. They’d drag victims to death with their cars.
Students that transferred to my high school were stabbed in the main office while registering. When the coaches tried to stop a fight, the students would stuff them under the lunch tables and continue fighting. This was with all white dudes. You were either a surfer, a greaser or a lowrider. I was neither but happened to live down the street by some lowriders so they had my back.
I’m not saying I’m a badass. Far from it. I’m small in stature and never really fought anyone but my brothers. But to put up with this juvenile crap is tiring. Tell you what, the next time some jerk post his crap, say something. You’ll feel a lot better for it and the more they hear it, the odds are they’ll shut up and stick to audio. And, by the way, if any of these jerks were to meet the people I described, they’d clam up, look down, and not say a word.
All the best,
Nonoise
