(I am going to be oblique because I don't want to encourage the troll. If you want the True Scoop on who, what and where, email me at suebobdavis at cashette dotcom and I will fill you in.)
Bad: One of my Favorite All-Time Bloggers announced on her blog that she has cancer.
Worse: A troll - anonymous of-fucking-course - immediately popped up in My Favorite All-Time Blogger's comments and accused her of "faking it" and said that "the cancer would kill her."
Can you hear my blood sizzling in my veins?
Better: Dozens and dozens (almost 100) of other commenters left supportive comments AND NOT ONE MENTIONED THE TROLL.
That's the way we do it, people. When the troll pops his ugly warty head out from under the bridge, we just keep marching with our heads held high and our eyes on the adoring crowds before us, not on the slimeball beneath.
So, if you will, take the Suebobian Anti-Troll Pledge for me:
I _________, do happily swear on (something that is holy to me. I'll pick chocolate) that when I see a troll in action, I will glance at the sight, shake my head, say a mental "Bless their heart" (see a discussion of "Bless their heart" here) and move on without stopping or trying to correct the troll.Because everyone knows trolls are beneath bridges and are beneath our contempt. Can I get an "amen"? Sign on in the comments section.