In the pursuit of common sense, one often encounters those for whom the ideas of logic and rationality are not just foreign but hostile concepts. These individuals will vehemently reject any attempt to discuss a subject in a manner that makes the slightest bit of sense while simultaneously refusing to take their completely nonsensical ideas back to the bizarre lands from whence they came. It almost goes without saying that these individuals, like wild Pokemon, ALWAYS appear without warning and are distressingly plentiful in Sweet T&T.
On the bright side, they are LOTS of fun to interact with, if you only remember to never ever take them seriously. After our last encounter with such an individual, my friends and I decided it would be a shame to let these priceless exchanges disappear into the ether without commemoration. And so, I present to you, the very first edition of what I’m tentatively calling the Dotish Hall of Fame.
Without further ado, let me introduce you to our very first inductee: our friend Fay-Ro-Ah (I refuse to type that misspelling one more time). Fay-Ro-Ah appeared one night under a meme basking in the satisfying brand of schadenfreude that follows a moment when a beneficiary of injustice gets their comeuppance:
Once again, please note that Fay-Ro-Ah appeared on a post on Abeo’s page. Just keep that in mind.
There he goes… encouraging her to exit a post -on her own wall-.
Here’s where I was invited to bask in Fay-Ro-Ah’s brilliance.
Having caught up, I realized that I had likely encountered this particular “royal” before.
The inability to tag him directly with the correct spelling of “Pharaoh” is what triggered my memory.
And the fun begins.
Here’s where I learned I have lots of gums (and where I began to suspect Fay-Ro-Ah might be a dental hygienist).
As you can see, I was devastated by the idea that my gums might not be to Fay-Ro-Ah’s liking.
I only asked him to spell-check his name so I could stop fighting with my autocorrect.
I really wanted to read more oddly specific insults…
Here’s where he tried to spell-check a word spelled correctly and where we realized he was hopelessly lost (because he was still, in fact, on Abi’s page.)
It took me a moment to notice the dig about my edges among all the madness.
I began to worry that he was up past his bedtime.
He invents an imaginary friend (apparently, when he referred to gums in the same sentence in which he tagged me, he was actually referring to someone else.)
A man enters the fray and our friend Fay-Ro-Ah becomes strangely reticent…
We begin to worry about what this exchange indicates about the state of our future.
Good Samaritan Gary attempts to save Fay-Ro-Ah from himself.
I attempt to spare Gary hurtful comments about his eyebrows.
I invite interested friends to witness the train wreck.
Fay-Ro-Ah reveals that he’s actually wasting company time (and not just his own).
I attempt to inquire as to which company is currently flushing money down the toilet.
I encourage him to get back to work.
The entertainment begins to flag.
Others arrive to point and laugh.
Fay-Ro-Ah tries to put up a fight…
… but he makes the mistake of inviting a spell-check session.
Aaaaand we lost interest.
Now, to be clear, we’re not about cyberbullying here at the Dotish Hall of Fame. We’re about making it quite clear that, when it comes to the effort to better our nation, we won’t be cowed by those invested in maintaining the status quo and we’re not taking anyone seriously if they come from a place of disrespect.
Also, if you’re going to pull this brand of nonsense on a public post, you’d better be prepared to be publicly embarrassed for it. (If you pull it on a private post, we’ll protect your identity, but you’ll still be blasted.)
Do check back soon for the next edition of the Dotish Hall of Fame! At the rate this place is going, we’ll have another inductee very soon.