Quite the same with me. I love a good trolling, but I’ve less time to play. I decided early on not to try to teach. And, I’m naturally disinclined towards co-existing with bad manners. So, I troll or say nothing. The beast stays hungry.

This year, I’m starving them of oxygen. They hunt us to hate-shriek — the incel’s version of white male rage entitlement. They get to be mad at the world because of reasons. They leave “the office” and come straight home to pound on/beat the shit out of mammy. It is, of course, somehow all our fault. And our job is to consume that rage so they can, again, breathe. You know, like Coffey, in the Green Mile.

LOL. Naw, Boss. Come in here. Let me show you something hot. <reaches under pillow for blow torch> It’s that, or mute, so…