Go collect your rubles, Troll

The insult comes immediately upon commenting on line. It’s usually some variation of how I am a Libtard Ivory Tower Snowflake when requesting compassion for the incarcerated. So I type: “go pick up your rubles, troll”. The crazed conspiracy lovers who quote “Fox News” get this comment: “Fox Media because oxymoron”, that’s not news and those people are not journalists, I mean why does Fox Media have no print outlets? Is it because the followers are illiterate? Was that a rhetorical question?

The bile spewers are always anonymous, hiding behind pseudonyms. I just cannot understand why commentators (my mom used to say they were not good enough to be special taters, and too small to be dick taters) who do not use their own names are allowed to spread such malicious lies. Writing out my thoughts in longhand slows them down, not like typing or texting, Facebook forces pithiness, the enemy of eloquence is social media. Every single damn person, striving to become famous, to be HEARD. Then the genuine voices, the truly distinct – get drowned out. I harbor codeine fueled dreams of influence, of trendsetting. I ask why do you think Fox Media and Sinclair Broadcasting keep handing their adherents someone to hate? NO PERSON IS ILLEGAL, I shout into the chasm of ignorance. There are undocumented immigrants and there are asylum seekers. Mostly poor, mostly desperate people that Fox Media chooses to demonize. An enemy manufactured by xenophobic propagandists. Clutching their un-read Bibles they march wrapped in the flag, spewing hate. Let us show mercy instead, I plead, see them as our brothers and sisters, sing Buffy Sainte Marie’s folk song: “Welcome, welcome Emigrante”. I can’t ignore them just because they are so vituperative, I must be brave while they are so cowardly.

Published by Ms. C. G. Tripp

Catherine G. Tripp, Writer/Investor a lifelong mix. Left brain and right brain battle for dominance. I wrote the marketing materials for my mortgage brokerage, had a personal finance column at Examiner.com, wrote essays, short stories and poems published in school papers and magazines then literary journals. If my writings were a color, they would be yellow, bright as sunlight, highlighting the salient portions, not obscuring the past but deconstructing air brushed stories, finding humor and courage in the unloved corners.

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