By Kyle | March 9, 2013
People write in to tell me I’m a troll. Am I?
To me a troll is one who, as it were, goes to his neighbor’s house and urinates in the shrubbery. I, on the other hand, write for my own site and for that of my employer. The New York Post is known for its attitude, for its sense of humor, and for its contrarian, independent, irreverent streak. No one goes there expecting the mild dispassion of a wire-service report.
In other words, you have to come over to my house if you wish to hear my opinion on anything. I won’t tap you on the shoulder while you’re walking down the street and beg a moment of your time.
Northern Ireland, it is said, is the one place on earth where a man will walk a mile out of his way to receive an insult. The observation has been made during Marching Season, when Protestants would take up the insignia of their faith and idea of patriotism, and then march proudly through Catholic neighborhoods. Catholics do the reverse.
Is not a troll a creature under the bridge who waylays the unwary? I don’t do that. I don’t write emails to people I don’t know to shower them with profanity, invective and threats. Nor do I do the same via comments on other blogs. Nor do I do the same with other types of social media. Occasionally, if someone sends me a bit of snark on Twitter, I reply in kind, but I never initiate such exchanges.
So: My friends, who exactly is the troll here?
Peruse tomorrow’s Post for my response to the responses to last week’s column. Or don’t, if you’re easily offended or lack a sense of humor. But don’t claim I “trolled” you.