recently, the usual pathetic band of desperadoes have congregated
to take a pop at me. The writer of the post has taken refuge behind
ible to substantiate, as the merest glance at my rebuttal shows that
I comprehensively exposed the fragile foundation on which
his tenuous assertions were built.
From obsessing on a throwaway, humorous remark of mine
and categorizing it as a 'violent statement', to permitting deroga-
tory remarks from a former Debenhams' employee (if anyone's
a 'nob', it's you, CS), it's nothing more than a love-fest between a
small bunch of deluded individuals devoted to a minor, short-lived
comic from 30 years ago. The comic was second-rate back then,
and time hasn't altered its status one whit. Strange that my small
group of obsessed detractors are all pals of one another, or
connected in some way. Strange - and telling.
And isn't it odd that whenever they take against someone
who holds a different opinion to them, they never address the
subject, but instead try to dismiss their perceived opponent as
a 'troll'. Are some people really that insecure? Yup, seems like
it. The fact that some of them try to submit sniping comments
to my blog on an almost daily basis (which I never publish, to
increase their vexation) reveals who the real trolls are. An
irony that appears lost on them.
Right, let's get back to talking about comics. Real
comics, I mean - not mere pretenders to the name.