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Whether ’tis nobler to suffer
the inanity of outrageous questions
Or to kick out the offending party
And by banning, end them. To write, to post —
No more — and by a ban to say we end
The headaches, and the thousand gobsmacked shocks
That trolls are prone to. ‘Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To ban, to rid —
To rid — perchance to perm; ay, there’s the rub
For in that ban of perm what fun may come
When we have shuffled off this silly troll,
Must give us pause. Without respect
Trolls make calamity and such long threads.
For who would bear the derision widespread,
The masses wronged, the good threads ruined,
The pangs of despised politics unargued,
The insolence and offense, and the spurns
That patient merit of his unworthy fakes
When he himself fecal matter rakes
WIth a bare faced lie? Who would hapless bear,
To moan and groan through weary tired threads,
But that the dread of being seen as fools,
Of an undiscovered level, from whose bourn,
No reputation returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have,
Than make them fly to other places on the net?
Thus conscience does make cowards of the troll,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o’er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprise of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
And lose the name of action. — Ban you now,
The troll despicable! — Troll, in thy orisons
Be all your sins remembered
Superb and very apt!:wink:
