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After all, I was the one being attacked—why should I have to be the bigger person? Why should I swallow my feelings? (And also, when I really put my mind to it you might think it's Thanksgiving the way I roast these turkeys.)

There's another adage about troll types: Don't wrestle with a pig, because you both get dirty and the pig likes it.

I have a troll on Birdsite that is so desperately obsessed with me that they have resorted to attacking me via comments to my posts by people who haven't blocked them yet.

This is profoundly pathetic precisely because I have blocked this person, and they gave up for a few months (it would seem, obviously I have them blocked).

But for whatever reason, they returned. They found something in life that gave them some sense of purpose. And then it went away. And now they're back, to hate on me, because that past emptiness has returned.