I’m a HATER!!!!
I don’t get a lot of mean comments on my blog, mostly because I just don’t have a big enough blog to attract a lot of haters.
And yet, when, on very rare occasion, I get some rude or mean comment, I have to admit, it kind of makes my day. They’re generally just so ridiculous and silly.
Also, they make me feel like a great and powerful blogger; the post I tapped out between classes on my slow little iBook forced someone to tell me what an idiot I am. And to tell me so with the help of many an exclamation point.
I amuse myself by reading the comments aloud to Bart, emphasizing certain words to make them sound as crazy as possible, and I generally add a little commentary. I mean, why not?
Like this charmer on my Santa post:
Wow Jansen [ah, yes, spell my name wrong, right off the bat. I know you are serious now]. For someone who proclaims to be educated how could you have not heard about St. Nicholas? [right, because choosing not to participate in something is the same as never having heard of it. Much like I have never heard of eggs because I choose not to eat them].
Is there really a fat man that drops down chimneys and leave toys?
No, however it is what he represents.
So because that is History you forgot to read I’ll tell you about it…[a quick look at Google lets me know that it’s more like “let the St. Nicholas Center tell us about it” but let us not quibble on details.]
The true story of Santa Claus begins with Nicholas, who was born during the third century in the village of Patara. At the time the area was Greek and is now on the southern coast of Turkey. His wealthy parents, who raised him to be a devout Christian, died in an epidemic while Nicholas was still young. Obeying Jesus’ words to “sell what you own and give the money to the poor,” Nicholas used his whole inheritance to assist the needy, the sick, and the suffering. He dedicated his life to serving God and was made Bishop of Myra while still a young man. Bishop Nicholas became known throughout the land for his generosity to the those in need, his love for children, and his concern for sailors and ships.We teach our kids about our Saviors birth and how a man named st. Nicholas put it into practice and that is how we get Santa. [Oh, I have so many things to say here, but they all come off sounding a little unintentionally sacrilegious, so I shall have to refrain. Just rest assured that they are very very witty].
I think that is pretty much it. You can believe in a great example of Christs love for others or you can be a HATER!!! [Ooooh, I choose “HATER!!!” Obviously].
I’m sorry, but I can’t even read that comment again without cracking up. It’s just so awesomely bad. Also, it conforms to the standards set by the International Federation of Anonymous Troll-y Comments by lacking pretty much any adherence to those rules of grammar that we “proclaim to be educated” folks are always rattling uselessly on about. In fact, that was the main reason I immediately Googled the blurb about St. Nick’s background – it had legitimate capitalization and punctuation and so was standing out like a well-punctuated sore thumb.
I won’t delete the comment, of course, because I need it around to make me laugh when school gets stressful. In fact, the only comments I’ve ever deleted are duplicates or ads disgused as comments saying my post is awesome and also come check out these free! new! products! Now!
So, comment away, anonymous friends. Odds are good that your comment will live on in infamy. Odds are also good that I’ll forward it along to all my friends. But, please, don’t let that deter you.
Wow, you are a hater (said in very sarcastic tone here) ha! That is a fun comment! Keep ‘stirring the pot’ Janssen!
HAAAAAAAA.
Trolls are idiots. Seriously. It’s like the stupid people of the world procreated and made super-stupid people.
Janssen, I kind of liked his little story. I’ve heard it before but enjoyed reading it. Being called a hater isn’t too serious. I’ve been called way worse than that by various friends, church leaders and relatives over the years, some kidding and some not. And, some of them had a good point.
Have you and Bart seen “Gran Torino” yet? There is some interesting banter between him and his barber that made me laugh my head off. I walked into my barber the other day and said, “how you doing you chubby Mormon bastard?”
Unfortunately, he hadn’t seen the movie and was a bit flummoxed.
Also, as you know, other people’s opinions of you, whether positive or negative, are actually meaningless because their limited view of you coming from their limited world view and experience is nothing.
So, enjoy getting these little replies and focus on the personality and probable world view of the person who makes them, more as a psychological curiosity versus anything you take personally. It’s fun sport.
pure entertainment!!
I think I envy you your troll. I want one! lol
I think you’re a hater, and also I hate you. And I hate all of your opinions. And instead of politely saying that I disagree I am going to say that you are stupid. And you shouldn’t make fun of the way ppl tipe b/c sum ppl dont no better and good grammer isnt important anywayz.
Oh my gosh! I want to die from typing that sentence. I hope you always write posts about your hater comments.
Thanks for the honor and recognition of having my own post.
For someone who says they are over it you sure spent allot of time dissecting my comment.
Peace, Love, and Happiness
Anonymous Reader
So funny!
As we both came out of the BYU History Department, I will write a letter on behalf of us both to request that they institute a mandatory class on the history of St. Nicholas. In fact, I will write the religion department as well. No longer shall there be so incredibly ignorant college graduates!
Hee. Hee. You suck so anonymous came back. Lovin’ it. “Troll-y” might be my word of the week. I’ll let you know how it goes if I’m able to work it into a conversation. With three little boys it shouldn’t be hard. (Like, “Don’t pass gas at the dinner table, that is really troll-y.”)
PS I’ve had two hater comments: one because I sort of left one. I missed the snarkiness in a post and thought we were having a sort of discussion, not just a bash-the-skinny-people-thing. The other came from my BIL. But that is understandable: he thinks I’m a communist.
I now know how to ruffle your feathers.
Just disagree with you…
Well, the fact that Anonymous is still reading your blog and leaving comments must mean that he/she wasn’t totally turned off by the now infamous Santa Post:) Wow, this post was great. It’s so refreshing to see you take a humorous take on this! It reminds me not to fly off the handle at stuff – it’s so much less stressful to laugh about it! It also reminds me SO MUCH of Eric D. Snider. Since you went to BYU you might have heard of him? Have you ever read his stuff, specifically his commentary on the nasty letters sent to him? Hilarious.
Ha ha ha. I don’t know why people leave mean comments 🙁 The thought never even crosses my mind, because, well, I’m just not a mean person.
Just stumbled onto your blog and LOVE that you wrote this post. I wish that i could handle negative comments as well as you do!!
What a bonehead that commenter was.
But, as Carolyn says here, it is so good that you don’t get upset over getting comments from St. Prick!
I don’t tolerate mean comments as well; they make me want to shut down the blogs operation. In my opinion if someone has something rude to say, they can/should just stop reading the blog…if it stirs anger in them why would they want more of that? Plus, it’s one thing to disagree, comment, discuss and a totally different thing to bash and accuse. Sounds kind of like they might be on the hater team : (
hahahahahaah
I think I could start a blog on all the interesting/incredibly tasteless comments I get 🙂