rampant with, and nothing to my mind exemplifies the strange nature of the Internet beast more than as to how this absurd little being has helped bring such real pain and distress to probably hundreds of people.
Then calling myself ‘Nem E Sis,’ his subsequent outing by me caused an embarrassing spectacle from hundreds of trolls and groupies who spent days and days afterwards spitting rage at me for posting up his name, address, and photograph beside screencaps of the grotesque remarks he was making about dead children on RIP pages and then linking to all of this on any Facebook group I could find containing the name of his home town of Alvin, Texas. ‘He wanted attention and now I am helping him get it. You should all be thanking me so what’s the problem?’ I asked them.
The trolls like to take satisfaction in asking ‘U mad, bro?’ after they’ve angered someone. I certainly could have asked ‘You mad, trolls?’ there and on many subsequent occasions since when they have become apoplectic at having troll dox put around. I still can’t to this day get over how precious they are about themselves and others in their own number. They see themselves as being an untouchable elite and anything that goes against that challenges their thinking patterns so much that many of them will take severe mental breakdowns when it occurs. It is as if they believe the people of the world to be their playthings and therefore they should be allowed to do what they will with them and expect no comeback from it. They just can’t quite grasp that the world is allowed to shoot back in this dirty little war which they have started with it. This is something else that points toward psychopathy.
It can be seen how ‘Paulie’ drones on mechanically as to the workings of RIP trolling like it is some sort of cold, scientific experiment. There is a great distance between the cockroach-like consciousnesses of these characters and how things really are. Indeed, after my exposing of their hero these trolls quickly began to see me as the biggest bully who has ever lived, especially after Hunter Mello reported to them that I had mailed his parents some examples of his trolling which I had printed out - along with the advice to get him some immediate psychiatric help. This led to the trolls all rallying around their by now deeply wounded hero, promising him that it would all be all right and that they’d get me for him. While these trolls normally show no sympathy for anyone no matter what their plight, they do in general display a great concern for their fellow trolls whenever trouble comes their way because of their online activities. This can easily be explained by their gang mentality of having to cover the backs of the rest of them so that they too will have your back, and shouldn’t be seen as them displaying any real empathy. A ‘brotherhood of the trolls’ sort of thing.
The level of concern generated for the poor little man, as well as entertaining me no end, worked out quite well as it led to me being able to soon dox several other at the time very prominent and horribly cancerous trolls, two of whom had joined Mello’s real-life profile with their own real-life profiles in turn as an act of solidarity. I had at the time created a persona by the name of ‘Trollin Stone’ (sporting a Mick Jagger profile picture) and, without doing any trolling at all I might add, had gathered up around 300 trolls and groupies onto my friend list. The only thing I did to get myself in with them was talk about how much I hated me. On Facebook, when you have a friend request accepted or forwarded to you, or when someone sends you a message or posts under a comment that you have made, the email account linked to your profile receives a message informing you of this and at that time you were able to get the IP address of the person from that email message. An IP address is a unique code assigned to every computer that is connected to
Then calling myself ‘Nem E Sis,’ his subsequent outing by me caused an embarrassing spectacle from hundreds of trolls and groupies who spent days and days afterwards spitting rage at me for posting up his name, address, and photograph beside screencaps of the grotesque remarks he was making about dead children on RIP pages and then linking to all of this on any Facebook group I could find containing the name of his home town of Alvin, Texas. ‘He wanted attention and now I am helping him get it. You should all be thanking me so what’s the problem?’ I asked them.
The trolls like to take satisfaction in asking ‘U mad, bro?’ after they’ve angered someone. I certainly could have asked ‘You mad, trolls?’ there and on many subsequent occasions since when they have become apoplectic at having troll dox put around. I still can’t to this day get over how precious they are about themselves and others in their own number. They see themselves as being an untouchable elite and anything that goes against that challenges their thinking patterns so much that many of them will take severe mental breakdowns when it occurs. It is as if they believe the people of the world to be their playthings and therefore they should be allowed to do what they will with them and expect no comeback from it. They just can’t quite grasp that the world is allowed to shoot back in this dirty little war which they have started with it. This is something else that points toward psychopathy.
It can be seen how ‘Paulie’ drones on mechanically as to the workings of RIP trolling like it is some sort of cold, scientific experiment. There is a great distance between the cockroach-like consciousnesses of these characters and how things really are. Indeed, after my exposing of their hero these trolls quickly began to see me as the biggest bully who has ever lived, especially after Hunter Mello reported to them that I had mailed his parents some examples of his trolling which I had printed out - along with the advice to get him some immediate psychiatric help. This led to the trolls all rallying around their by now deeply wounded hero, promising him that it would all be all right and that they’d get me for him. While these trolls normally show no sympathy for anyone no matter what their plight, they do in general display a great concern for their fellow trolls whenever trouble comes their way because of their online activities. This can easily be explained by their gang mentality of having to cover the backs of the rest of them so that they too will have your back, and shouldn’t be seen as them displaying any real empathy. A ‘brotherhood of the trolls’ sort of thing.
The level of concern generated for the poor little man, as well as entertaining me no end, worked out quite well as it led to me being able to soon dox several other at the time very prominent and horribly cancerous trolls, two of whom had joined Mello’s real-life profile with their own real-life profiles in turn as an act of solidarity. I had at the time created a persona by the name of ‘Trollin Stone’ (sporting a Mick Jagger profile picture) and, without doing any trolling at all I might add, had gathered up around 300 trolls and groupies onto my friend list. The only thing I did to get myself in with them was talk about how much I hated me. On Facebook, when you have a friend request accepted or forwarded to you, or when someone sends you a message or posts under a comment that you have made, the email account linked to your profile receives a message informing you of this and at that time you were able to get the IP address of the person from that email message. An IP address is a unique code assigned to every computer that is connected to
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