I am yet to sensor a single comment, mostly because I think the trolls on my blog are hurting themselves more than anyone else. Most of them are the hit-and-run kind, like an occupier obviously leaving a comment to irritate me. But it was an unintentionally hilarious comment, so why not let him fall on his face?
The other day I got a rather verbose troll from Paris, France trying to romanticize the Russian opposition leader Communist Nazi Limonov. Hence:
He was a lout in Ukraine; an idol of the Soviet underground under Brezhnev; a tramp, then a manservant to a millionaire in Manhattan; a trendy writer in Paris; a soldier lost in the wars of the Balkans;
and now, in the immense chaos of Russian post-communism, an old charismatic chef of a party of young desperados [sic].
Adolf Hitler was also “a charismatic chef of a party of young desperado[e]s”; in his case they were called Brownshirts, in Limonov’s — National Bolsheviks. Ditto Limonov’s “soldier lost in the wars of the Balkans” little genocidal adventure. I hope my post made clear what the troll, in his “truth-telling”, is trying to cover up.
Still, I probably shouldn’t allow comments that in all likelihood come from Neo-Nazis. They make me feel unclean, especially when after I approved the initial comment, he went ahead and left another link.
Oh, and considering that Limonov dreams of an Eurasian empire ruled by Russia, what do we make of the French gentlemen eager to whitewash the ego-tripping Russian syavka?
In an unrelated blogging news, Ivan the Terrible Twos drew on the computer monitor with a pen. The next day he broke a wine glass and immediately proceeded to play with the broken pieces. I don’t think he understood what hurt him. Worst of all, he hasn’t been napping for a week now, and appears to be fine by the end of the day. Unfortunately, he wouldn’t let his sister, Yelena the Fabulous Fours, to fall asleep mid-day. If Yelena doesn’t get her nap, her fours are not so fabulous in the evening.
I’m going to try enforcing an hour of downtime, so I can eat and drink my coffee, but if blogging’s been a bit thin lately, it’s because I’m adjusting.