Yes,
today’s gratitude contains some element of schadenfreude, which may vitiate
some of the intent of Gratitude Monday, but hear me out.
Given
the fact that social media has become the battleground in the struggle between
light and darkness, good and evil, tolerance and bigotry, left and right, I
personally give thanks for every victory—no matter how small or impermanent.
And the one I came across yesterday was sweet.
You
may or may not be aware that there’s a gigantic empty husk of an alt-Reich troll
who calls himself Baked Alaska. I’m not going to give him any Web space; you
can Google him, if you like. But be sure to append “milk” to the search term,
and you’ll get a load of him displaying his Nazi husk status as he cried like a
baby during what was to have been a supreme moment in Charlottesville last
August.
Anyhow,
our easily-melted fluffy dessert troll tweeted something I’m sure he meant to
be provocative, but quickly slid off the high ground like a slab of Lucerne Neapolitan
ice milk in summer, due to his confusion on how to spell coup. I mean, sure—it’s an immigrant word and all, but still.
And
he quickly came under the non-culinary blow torch of everyone on Twitter.
Especially this guy, who invoked the RWNJ site "The Federalist" to troll him:
The
entire
thread—which is well worth reading—is here, at least at time of writing. If
half-baked had half a brain, he’d delete his tweet. But I’m betting he’s too greedy for the attention to do that.
And
whether he does or doesn’t, he’s still been had. For which I give thanks.
Sic
semper insulsi.
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