As a woman of a certain age, I had kind of hoped that I’d seen humankind at its worst. But then along came the internet.
Home of mildly amusing memes, pictures of pets, jolly banter. And vicious bastards.
I’m not going to call them trolls. That trivialises the damage they do. They are unprincipled assholes, probably with very small penises, most of whom hide behind assumed names and pretend faces to drip their evil on the world.
In my youth if you disagreed with someone you mostly sorted it out in the pub – possibly with fisticuffs.
Or, if you were a middle-class twat, you wrote to the Times.
Today, though, you can sit behind a keyboard and fire salvos of ill-informed downright nastiness at anybody who it takes your fancy to abuse.
I’ve had a few attempting to get under my skin. They really don’t like it when I just ignore them. Life is too short to engage with any asshole who combines extreme political views, with misogyny and a side order of complete f*g stupidity.
However, I’m not fragile, and I don’t give a shit. But.
When I read some the uninformed opinions of some utter wanktard who calls himself something like ‘Mister Macho’ or ‘The Moral Major’, or ‘The Voice of the People’, I find myself offended.
I don’t know whether the media personality they are all slagging off was suicidal or not.
But what I do know is it ain’t up to me to decide.
I don’t know which of two warring ‘celebrities’ is right.
But I do know it ain’t up to me to decide.
And it’s not up to the court of the internet neither.
All I have to say is if you want to drip vitriol at least do it in your own name, with your own face and accept that someone might want to punch your head…
It doesn’t matter what you think – this is Granny’s opinion and it’s not up for discussion!