It’s hard to find the words to describe what’s behind a sadist who runs around the networks wishing your servant would disappear from this world. Thus, without a specific date, but with no escape. It can only be someone with very low feelings, little insight and no reading. An asshole, wow, my father would say.
The lynching of ours every day that some practice as a morning gymnastics touches everyone in this country so given to low-grade insults. It happens so often that we have almost normalized it. Journalists are an easy target. We are going with an open face, something that cannot be said of those who hide behind anonymity. One might think that the diatribe goes with the job, when it doesn’t: it is advisable to draw red lines.
I don’t know everything about the sadist in question. He, on the other hand, knows a lot about me. Surely in his real life, not his digital one, he is incapable of killing a vole. A sweet kitty cuddler. The fact is that he has published in a tweet that I hope I die of covid, flu or one of the viruses that are in circulation. So that he learns, he suggests, as if once in the other neighborhood we had the capacity to amend. All this comes from an article about masks published in this newspaper that, by the way, the anonymous illustrious person did not even bother to read. Just take a look at his comments to deduce it.
A tweet fired with such bad temper is equivalent to a flammable letter without a return address. Boom! That’s what hate has. And what it doesn’t have: no face, no cure. The threat is crazy and crazy on the internet thanks to those who take it as a joke, well look how funny. The journalist is supposed to be made of the hardest of metals. It’s not my case. That’s why I think you have to spread what unjustly alters your life.
Readers’ criticisms are welcome – underline the word reader here -. Go ahead, let no one be shy. Come by, read and then judge my work, not me. I will thank you because you can be wrong a thousand times or make a fool of yourself a thousand times. It’s okay for someone to remind you. Criticize as much as you want, but please let me live many more years in peace.
