Deliver Us From Eva

"You three have yet to feel my rage." -- Eva 

The internet, while being for porn, also seems to bring the worst out in people. While I acknowledge it as being a basic human need, akin to breathing, eating and sleeping, being a bitch has a time and a place. I'll be the first to admit, internet, that I'm a self-centered, holier-than-thou, high-horse riding, soap-box-preaching, elitist aesthete, with a serious leaning towards liberal cunt-faced bitching. I will also point out, internet, that I know that I present my bitchy commentary, and self-obsessed rants in places which are predominantly geared toward like-minded people who, while they might not agree with everything I have to say, will have the common decency to think for ten seconds before they post a comment, on my status/blog post/picture/note/event, to consider if the things that are about to be communicated through their tap-tap-tap on the keyboard will be constructive, or just plain ridiculous.

I don't care if you're a 4chan troll. In fact, I like 4chan trolls... on 4chan. I don't care if you like to post scathing reviews of local restaurants that wouldn't serve you alcohol because you're underage, but do it on your own time. I certainly won't fault you for posting it, and if the post has an over-arching topic of which your scathing review was a minor detail, I certainly won't go out of my way to leave a one sentence comment about something so inane that has absolutely no bearing on the post as a whole. It's common sense, and common courtesy. Seriously, internet, posting comments behind a veil of internet protection is tantamount to standing behind a brick wall and insulting people at a concert you can't afford tickets to.

Why do I bring this up? On my most recent post, some fag, and I use the term endearingly, had the unmitigated gall to leave a one-sentence comment about how (s)he had gone to North and had never heard of me. Now, one can only assume that (s)he is somehow connected to me through either Katrina, or The Tiny Hat Parade. Logically, it only makes sense, since approximately 86% of the traffic to/from this blog comes from facebook, and another 4% from my twitter account. The likelihood that this person would have found this blog through any other means while still having been a student at Omaha North since 2003 is so small it's not even worth mentioning as (s)he would have to be living in another country for it to even be logical. (Attention to cross-referenced detail/traffic sources FTW)

Now, if you didn't read the post, go do that. My notoriety at North was a minor sub-point. It was two sentences in the seventh paragraph that didn't even call me Omaha Famous. No, it briefly mentioned that when I returned to North High, there was still some remnants of my time there and that the teachers were aware of me and were happy to see me visit. So, this evening when I was going through the blog out of boredom because I've had a bloody nose for a couple of hours and didn't feel like actually posting, I was shocked at the audacity of this anonymous douche bag to pick out one detail in a post about growing up gay in Omaha and being a Role Model to my younger friends and family and leave a cunt-faced comment about how (s)he had never heard of me.

Really, anonymous internet troll? I kind of want to avoid taking the obvious route and saying that you've heard of me now, making your post illegitimate, much like your birth, but I'll refrain in favor of this scathing review of your pathetic ramblings. How about next time, you read the whole post, and take it for what it is, as opposed to picking out one minor detail to be a petty bitch about. Why not apply this philosophy to your life. What you just did is no different than our good friend Fred Phelps, who takes a tiny part of a person, or society, and protests it, ignoring the positive message those people might have. What you just did is no different than those assholes who pick and choose what parts of the bible they want to pay attention to, ignoring the over-arching message. What you just did, is sad, and lonely, and stinks of desperation.