So there I was sitting at my laptop the other day and I nearly spat out my coffee in every direction when I came across THIS in my Facebook newsfeed:
…Sweet Baby Christmas.
I mean, where to even begin starting to deconstruct what’s wrong with that status update?!?
That’s like a goddamn nuclear bomb, that is. Hahahahaha.
This is like being schooled in the art and science of trolling, it really is.
The most amusing thing about it? Some of the outraged comments beneath it. That’s where the real comedy gold lies. Hahahahaha.
What can I say? Keep coming back. Morris – it works if you work it!
Just following on from the last post, this is something that I find that I get a good bit of on Quora:
…Questions specifically tailored as passive-aggressive insults.
I get it all the time.
…I get notifications informing me that I have been asked to answer questions like “What’s it like to be a malignant narcissist” and so on and so forth – always by an anonymous questioner, naturally.
Your comedy genius has me in awe. (Not)
The subject of today’s post is an inspirational, whirlwind Facebook phenomenon that goes by the name of Morris Rosenbaum-Benda.
…Oh boy, oh boy. Where to even start?!?
Rosenbaum-Benda is from Boynton beach, USA.
A former successful wiener hotdog salesman, Morris is a transphobic ninety six year old AA old-timer with
sixty two sixty eight seventy years sobriety (his contradicting statements on the matter have become a great source of humour on his Facebook wall) and a serious fecal paraphilia.
… Yes, you read that correctly.
I’m not making it up.
Rarely a day goes by without Morris harassing one of his several female followers to send him a turd photo.
The author of several deranged hashtag memes (usually on a variation of #youlldrinkagain), it has to be said that Morris displays an unusual adeptness with the use of social media and other aspects of information technology for an nonagenarian.
What do I think?
Haha. Frankly I think that there’s something strangely comforting in knowing that someone like Morris out there. The man takes trolling to a new, sublime level that’s pure comedy gold.
It’s good to know that he’s there to put all of us sinners in our place.
This M.C. Escher-esque schizopolis called the internet can sometimes be a lonely one to navigate for those of us in the recovery world – one with little humour and much disagreement, so it’s good to let your guard down and let yourself be entertained by the Morrises in this life.
Anyway, this is all I’m going to write on the miserable old bastard, lest I draw his unwanted wrath! Hahaha.
Bye for now.
Peace and love,