malignancy of character

I don’t think I will ever understand people and that may be a good thing, overall.

It’s very difficult to grasp the mentality of individuals that trash others via an online space and do not have the balls to stand up in the public space and say the things they do, hiding behind the protection of a computer monitor and keyboard. The desire, capacity and effort it takes to sit and write mean, spiteful, and misinformed bullshit, takes a whole new level of douchebaggery than your average cowardly asshole. I guess that’s a skill all its own as well.

It’s one thing to disagree with someone, their politics, their opinions, to engage in that discussion, face to face, in a respectful and rational matter that accepts differences of opinions and philosophies but it is a completely different situation when those opinions, philosophies and reasoning are vilified as corrupt, suspicious and immoral from behind an online diatribe that leaves little to no room for dialogue, just because they are not shared by the small minded that cannot man-up and have that face to face discussion. That is immature, mean and COWARDLY.

And that is my opinion, in my space. Take it or leave it.

The only reasoning I can come to grips with, in my head, is that some people are bitter and resentful deep inside themselves, for real, or imagined, past transgressions against them, or maybe because they recognize an inner core of themselves that is less than true, less than brave and solid, that they can't bear to gaze upon that inner core and know that it lives inside them, so they turn that rancid awareness back on others, in attacks that are grounded in a twisted reality concocted by anger and hate, fueled by a lack of self-worth that must be fed with the hollow satisfaction of denigrating others.

These people, these trolls, that cannot stand a word against them, or present themselves without the safety barrier of an internet connection, these are sad, pitiable people. They end up being tools of others, because such malignancy of character, as exposed by this behavior, is a blighted siren beacon to those that would use it for its own benefit. Being a tool of other manipulative machines is then, one could rationalize, a just reward, no?

One could postulate however, that given the malignancy of character I refer to, one such as this would not recognize the reality of being used as a utter tool, blinded by complete ignorance and an unfounded arrogance. That being courted and stroked would be seen as a reward, for being accepted, and appreciated, never to understand that the praise is really just table scraps being tossed to an obedient dog for doing a master’s bidding.