This post is from the Rubin Report.
I’m reposting here in case the little nasty follows me.

Well Rubinites, someone left the damn screen door open, and we’ve attracted a troll.
You know the type, small, wart covered little creatures whom believe they matter because they can switch hands while masturbating without missing a beat.
They are also under the mistaken belief, that makes them ambidextrous.
Poor thing probably lives down in the homeless encampment out of a stolen shopping cart. The stench of its suppurating boils, announcing its presence, well before it arrives. The sad little wizened troll is probably reduced to living off of roadkill and collecting aluminum cans. Its little genital wart covered hands having to touch the semen encrusted keyboard, of the local library terminal, just to access the internet, in order to get its vicarious pleasures.

Its looking up the big words right now so I’ll wait for a minute.

What the little misshapen creature doesn’t realize is, I’m not like other folks.
I only see those posts I want to see.
I’ve configured it so I never see the main feed for any community.
I’ve not seen a single post or comment of it’s, since it suggested that I “meet it in New Mexico, and be sure to bring a gun”.
Obviously, the creature’s knowledge of me, is lacking, to say the least.
😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂😂🤣😂🤣🤣😂🤣😂

No, I’ve not, and will not, give the lesion riddled basement gnome, the masturbatory thrill, of me blocking it.

It won’t be able to resist this post.
It most certainly will rear its little ‘Chiari’ syndrome head, in an attempt to communicate with humans.
Its impotent grasp for others anger will not be assuaged by my participation.

After all, it’s not fair to engage in a battle of wits with an unarmed dastard (that’s not a misspelling of bastard, being a bastard assumes it had a mother).