I am a mostly amicable guy, I get along with most people, most of the time. Or I'm able to restrain myself until I'm no longer in the presence of someone who makes crib death seem like a good idea.
But there are a few people out there in the universe that make my skin crawl for various reasons. There are the creepy ultra pro-gun freaks who are almost begging for someone to break into their homes so they can unload a magazine of hand loaded hollow points into their itchy-twitchy bodies. There are the overtly "good" people who turn out to be child pornographers and pedophiles or, worse, cannibals and basement "doctors". There are people who live for no other reason save to piss you off, to get in the way, to make life a grinding shithole of hassle, the kind of people that will run ahead of you just to be one place further up in line. And there are trolls online, people who do nothing but bait other people with hate. Dangle a little anti-semitism and they get the attention they so desire. Stir a little racism into a conversation and, all of a sudden and as if by magic, the conversation becomes focused on them. People that require attention, no matter what form that attention comes in.
There's a blogger that has become more popular with people I read for reasons that I cannot begin to fathom. He's a rude prick who turns any comment thread into another goddamned story about his shitty childhood or some other pithy and unwanted revelation about his gay dad and the emotional scars that he refuses to admit he has because he's so tough. A guy who quickly resorts to reminding people that he's an oversized goon so, just in case his rational argument flounders, he'd be happy to pound you into a jellified puddle.
He's never commented here which is just as well as I'd merely delete them anyway. But he tends to leave long comments on other blogs that are such obvious cries for attention that its hard to not be baited by him every so often. I don't see why anyone tolerates him or what they find valuable in his ranting neuroses. Come on, anyone with a sig line of Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico is either trying to be funny (which he isn't or if he is then he's failing miserably at it) or literally screaming for attention. Note, I am aware of who he's modeling himself after, Joshua Norton I, a genius madman of wide reknown in San Francisco for his proclamations and declarations (such as Emperor of the United States and Protector of Mexico), the difference between the two? This Joshua doesn't even have enough imagination to come up with his own title, he has to steal someone else's.
I just don't get it. But here, I'll illuminate.
Sedalina has just had her live-in ex-fiance move out today and she's pretty well upset about it, she posts a poor me post about it. His response?
"Boy.
Okay.
Here's the kind of asshole I am:
Sure, I kind of want to say something like, 'I'm sorry about all this,' or whatever. But mostly? Mostly I want to say, 'I fucking told you so.'
Call it a reflex. When I was growing up everybody was always making a federal case out of every little thing? unless there was really a problem. When things were really fucking up, they always wanted to believe everything was going to be fine. It got to the point where the only time I could be reliably sure that things were not going to be fine was when someone would say, 'Hey, everything's going to be fine.'"
And then he continues on for another paragraph or four about him being a "real friend" for speaking out instead of supporting her.
Yes, he will occasionally make a cogent point but it is usually so mired in his rambling self absorption that its lost anyway. Or its already been said by someone with more than a mote of compassion.
Real friends don't use pain as a teaching tool, real friends don't attempt to dominate their friends, real friends don't have to always be right, real friends offer compassion and support in the face of emotional turmoil. NOT, I told you so, or I Fucking Told You So. Real friends don't rub salt in wounds. Real friends don't pat themselves on the back for being right about your situation. Real friends try to help. Real friends don't make matters worse by name calling and ego bashing. Real friends have a vested interest in the well being of their friends.
Someone explain it to me, please. Ryan? What's the attraction? Leblanc? Sedalina? Anyone? And no, I don't mean you, Joshua, I couldn't give a damn about anything you have to say anymore. Life's too short to suffer in the company of self admitted pricks and assholes like you.
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