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Die Facebook Trolls

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Sometimes, I wonder about the trolls that exist in the world. Earlier, this species would be found forwarding email which was grossly incorrect, or just plain stupid. The categories of these emails used to be one of the below

  • A picture/s of cats or some similar irrelevant object
  • Email humour, jokes, comics
  • Some grossly incorrect story/information about a public figure, public project or some god-damn thing in public life
  • Emails with a forward this or Jesus will disembowel you message
  • Emails with a picture of a dying child with a promise to donate 3 cents for every forward of the email.
  • ... (build this list further)

I used to wonder, "Can anyone be as dumb as to fall in for such stuff?" This was almost always followed with a sigh and a don't they have anything better to do in their lives kind of thought.

Recently, these emails have stopped, thank god! But wait! Such trolls have taken to Facebook now.

It starts with invitation to Mafia Wars, Crazy Taxi, Farmville, Shitville. Then it graduates to inviting you to find out whom you'll marry, when and how you'll die, who is your best friend, who is no longer your friend, and such shit. Then there are people who share the most stupid status updates with a profound social message like

Girls watch out. Hackers are using pictures girls upload on facebook and morphing them onto pornographic images. If you are a girl, delete all images now; if you are a boy, reshare this for the benefit of your girl-friends.
Seriously? You really think you need to be a hacker to get images? What is the meaning of "Public" images? The media just puts in a report saying profiles hacked, and such messages spring up everywhere. Seriously, do you care so much about your lady friends? Then why post a shitty message on Facebook. Just tell your girlfriend/sister/female relation to delete their Facebook profile. Got the guts to do that?

Then there are those who post the most disturbing images of kids dying of cancer/heart failure/facebook fever/idiotic siblings with a reshare message. A typical message reads like this

Facebook has promised to donate a heart for this orphan when 100 people share this.
Seriously, what do you think Facebook is? Is it a heart manufacturing unit? Whose heart will it donate? Yours? Please donate your beating heart to the kid and do the damn world a favour. It may be the biggest one you do. Another one reads like
An NGO has agreed to donate 3 cents for the treatment of this kid dying of cancer every time you share this post.
Email trolls revisited! DAMN! From where do you think the NGO gets money ass? If the NGO has the money, why the hell is it counting shares on Facebook instead of donating money?

Then, there are the ultimate trolls, the ones with such pearls of wisdom that I sometimes feel like taking a gun to my head and pulling the trigger. This troll shared this update:

" MUST READ" " MUST READ" " MUST READ"

Can ELECTRICITY pass through Flash light of the Digital camera to your body??? Yes it is 100% true..!

This is a true incidence reported of a boy aged 19, who was studying in 1st year of engineering, who died in Keshvani Hospital, Mumbai. He was admitted in the Hospital as a burned patient. Reason ??????

This boy had gone to Amravati (a place located in State of Maharashtra ) on a study tour, on their return they were waiting at the railway station to catch the train. Many of them started taking pictures of their friends using "Mobile Phones" and / or "Digital Camera". One of them complained that, he was unable to capture the full group of friends in one frame in the Digicam.
This boy moved away to a distance to get the whole group.

He failed to notice that at an angle above his head, 40,000 volts electrical line was passing through.
As soon as he clicked the digital camera? 40,000 volt current passed through the camera flash light to his camera and then from his camera to his fingers & to his body. All this happened within a fraction of a second. His body was half burned.
They arranged for an ambulance & his burned body was brought to Keshavani Hospital, Mumbai.

For one & half days or so he was conscious & talking. Doctors did not have much hopes as there was a lot of complex issues in his body. He passed away later.
Now how many of us are aware about these technical threats & dangers? Even if we are, how many of us are adhering??
This guy is training to be an engineer and is in his third year! Mother of GOD!!! No wonder people ask me why I did not get admission into the ITI.

Here's one more troll post (by the same a******* engineering student)

If you love your mom post this as your status. A girl ignored this and her mom passed away 365 days later... cannot even take a chance♥ ..
Love you mommy!

Merely blocking such trolls is not enough. They must be boiled alive, skinned, then fried on a low flame, placed inside the brazen bull, then allowed to dry in the Sahara sun while hanging by the neck.

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