Just another reason to hate religious extremists and organized religion in general...

[FireIceTalon]

I am at least still hopeful, FIT can find his way out of the smokey Bavarian beer hall, and opt to tipple a glass of fine port with the gents at Oxford. He may not be up for it intellectually, but we shall see.

You sir, are more generous of spirit in this regard than I am.

I however, won't bet that my un-programmed, just plugged in VCR will suddenly not flash 12:00...12:00...12:00, and just magically start displaying the correct time. Or even budge one second from 12:00. No matter how long I stare at it, or talk to it.

We've seen the behaviour of said troll for a while now. It is not about commie-ism. It is not about ideology. It's about an immature humanoid\ idiot in search of an identity, a cause to belong to, some grandiose monster he thinks he can slay.

If he joined a crocheting circle instead of commie-ism for a cause, he'd still be an extremist radical rebel without a clue. He'd still dismiss previous patterns and techniques, and he'd dismiss anything\anyone that doesn't function as an echo chamber to his own extreme views.

Short and blunt version: He will end up being attracted to the most extreme radical (which is obviously the edgiest and coolest) crocheting circles*, because that's what many an immature mindset seeks.

Everybody goes through this process at one point or another, it's called growing up\maturing. Some however, gets stuck, or chooses to remain this way.

It's a dangerous place to be in, because it can signal 'fresh meat' for people\causes who are always on the lookout for new 'useful idiots'. Or he can get into an 'in way over their head' situation, but it's ok because I'm super cool radical, Marx and the power of Diuretics will save me. Pfft, save me, more like overpower the situation and prevail. Like. A. Boss.

After a while, it doesn't matter if it's his inability to see past his own bubble, or he chooses to remain in his bubble. There is such a thing as a point of no return, crossing the rubicon, burning my popcorn into ashes.

From what I've seen Raddy Mcradish is near or reached the point of calcification. It's done. The best I can hope for is he's too dumb (or dumb lucky) to get into actual serious trouble.

Despite my troll baiting, I don't actually wish the moron serious harm. Not out of any warm and fuzzies, but because he's somebody's child (at one point at least). He may or may not have\had friends. All those people will be affected should said moron get into real serious shitsky.

So even though I'm not a praying man, I do pray to Thor that trollsky luck holds out, or is too dumb to get into anything serious. Because a part of me likes throwing popcorn and crumbs at oblivious trolls.


* Tread lightly around sweet old ladies named Agnes with a thousand yard stare wielding a knitting needle. She survived things that Che' beret wearing wannabes can't even imagine.

That's a pity, cause if you died in a fire tomorrow, I'd throw a party. Actually, no. I wouldn't, because that would be giving you too much credit. I might however, ask where your grave is, so I could shower it with gold, if you know what I mean.

Ill be blunt too: go fuck yourself, and the horse you rode in on.