Do I believe in the devil? I’m not sure, as a single entity. But I do believe in what Anne Shirley’s beloved Captain Jim referred to as “. . . a mighty and malignant and intelligent power of evil in the universe.” (Anne’s House of Dreams, by L.M. Montgomery) As part of the universe, the blogiverse has also been inflitrated by this entity, as evidenced by the posts of people whose primary delight seems to be deliberating hurting others, encouraging others to do the same, and laughing at it all.

I guess every neighborhood has ’em.

It’s too bad. If those people would look around and really pay attention, they might see all the kindness and compassion and good will and consideration and friendship and wit and humor and fun and, yes, love, that are also blogiverse entities, and that ultimately, there are more positives than negatives.

How sad that a minority of hateful naysayers have the power to bring us down. We must work hard not to let them. People whose minds and souls (?) are so full of negativity are to be pitied, and I must try to let that emotion overcome the intense desire to go over there and tell them that if they continue to hurt my friend I’ll bitchslap them into next week chastize them. They’re not listening, and they don’t care.

They don’t deserve the attention, and they don’t know how to get it any other way.

Everyone is entitled to his/her opinions. (insert snarky quotation about a**holes here) But when we use a public forum to mock and hurt someone, and use their names and post links to them, I think that’s going over the line. The right to swing your fist ends where the other person’s nose begins.