Social media doesn’t always bring joy to its people, but it also brings this irritating cowardly type of people which I call online thugs. Thugs is what they are; stooges of an evil government who are paid or voluntarily to spread the messages of their master online.
My Kendo sensei told me years ago that you can spot a coward from miles away. They wear the false stripes that are so blatantly obvious and try to act tough with their loud mouths, but soon back down when you say “Boo!” to them.
Internet is a breeding ground for online thugs (cowards). It fits their lily-livered nature to just sit and type on the computer all the evil and venom, knowing full-well they wouldn’t get harmed. The worst thing they get is harsh words from other people. That’s it.
These cowardly thugs who sit comfortably on their chairs deny the fact that they should be the last people on this planet to talk about bravery. Bravery is to fight for the truth, by actions. People who give a load of mouth spitting venom through computer keyboards cannot be called ‘brave’ – but coward.
Online thugs are easily recognised by their very looks alone. They like to project a ‘tough’ image on their websites but if you scratch beneath the surface you will see what they are all about. Colourful boasts and pathetic pictures only make them creatures to be pitied.
Online lapdogs are nothing but a pain in the neck. Pathetically they defend and convey the filth of their master – lovingly. With pride. If only they could see themselves bowing and scraping to the dog they worship, while at the same time spewing their guts in anger at everyone who is against them.
My message to online thugs: You don’t prove nothing by trying to look or talk tough on the internet. Pick your mommy’s tweezers and challenge your enemies. ‘Bravery’ through keyboards doesn’t exist. I noticed most of you have the typical look; mommy’s boy, bullied, nerdy, hiding in the cupboard look. Tough ones don’t talk, they act.
From now on, when you look at your computer you can start saying to yourself: that is your only tool to prove yourself to the world. Nothing else. Your pathetic soul refuses to fight the real battle, and your shrinking violet nature puts your finger on the keyboard to do your comfortable ‘war’. You are a sorry being.