The Sound of One Hand Clapping

Deep in a dark pit
The other side of the world
Silent like his voice

In cold reality
CD sales equal success
Some are burned, cheap fuel

Writers of satire
Wish they were truly funny
Focused bitterness

These witless wonders
Sharp words are blunt sledgehammers
Butterflies to smash

Publicly angry
Privately beaten at home
And all because HOGE!

Ditched the computer
So the TROLLS will go away
Into the cornfield

Using the iPad
This annoying speech to text
Unreadable blog

Trolls in the cornfield
Peppy Irish melodies
Someone wants to dance

Always a party At the sooper sekrit site And some useful news

Like(0)Dislike(0)

Here's A Funny Little Pattern

Let’s see if any brainless zombies can figure it out:

BLOGGER 1: I gave away my computer because I am done with trolls. I have wished all trolls into the cornfield and trolls will never bother me again!

BLOGGER 1: Look at me! I am so happy to be done with TROLLS that I wished into the cornfield and no longer exist. I sure made the right decision to be done with the TROLLS and just focus on comedy instead of TROLLS. I could not be happier. Happy, happy happy to be so happy, which is a human emotion that I can have because I am human and TROLLS are not. Oh, and don’t forget to buy my crappy CD.

BLOGGER 1: here’s an auto-blog about Parkinson’s disease that I CTRL-C/CTRL-V’d with attribution.

BLOGGER 1: Here’s a post that’s not about Parkinson’s or comedy, but it’s not about TROLLS because I don’t care about TROLLS who I wished into the cornfield and they no longer exist. This is a hypothetical post about a potential stalking no contact order perjury – SQUIRREL!! – in Illinois. It’s not about TROLLS. It’s not. I hate TROLLS.

BLOGGER 1: Here’s another post that’s not about Parkinson’s or comedy, but it’s not about TROLLS either because I don’t care about TROLLS who I wished into the cornfield and who no longer exist. This is another hypothetical post about a potential stalking no contact order perjury – SQUIRREL!! – and false negative reviews charges of extortion – MORE SQUIRRELS!! – in Illinois. It’s not about TROLLS. It’s not. I hate TROLLS.

Fucking TROLLS…

BLOGGER 1: Here’s another post that’s not about Parkinson’s or comedy, but it’s not about TROLLS because I don’t care about TROLLS who I wished into the cornfield and who no longer exist. This is a post about ZOMBIES, a pernicious subspecies of TROLLS LOGIC. It’s not about ZOMBIETROLLS. It’s not. They’re all in the cornfield. I hate ZOMBIETROLLS.

And I hate LOGIC. It gives me BUTTHURT in my gracious muscle.

BLOGGER 1: here’s another auto-blog about Parkinson’s disease that I CTRL-C/CTRL-V’d with attribution. It’s not funny either. The comedy doesn’t seem to be getting much attention. Strange thing. I thought it would, with my newfound ability to ignore TROLLS.

BLOGGER 1: And most recently, here’s a post that’s not about Parkinson’s or comedy, but it’s not about TROLLS because I don’t care about TROLLS who I wished into the cornfield and who no longer exist. This is a post about ZOMBIES, a pernicious subspecies of TROLLS ZOMBIELOGIC. It’s not about ZOMBIETROLLS. It’s not. They’re all in the cornfield. I hate ZOMBIETROLLS.

And I hate ZOMBIELOGIC. It gives me BUTTHURT in my gracious muscle. AND WHY IS THAT GODDAMN RIVERDANCE MUSIC PLAYING AGAIN? IS IT COMING FROM THE CORNFIELD??

Like(0)Dislike(0)

Oh, Monty Hall, What To Do? What to DO??

Like(0)Dislike(0)

Oh Yeah, He'll Be Back

I can always tell when he’s slinging his bullshit:

  1. He’s still drawing breath (this one is more literal than you might think).
  2. He or his pals are leaving comments here for Patrick Grady from offshore servers.

But he’s turning to other things now, except for stomping trolls…

Sure he is.

My gray, rotting zombie ass.

Dancing Monkeys gotta monkeydance.

Like(0)Dislike(0)