In case you missed it, scroll down and take a look at the video of the Mama and baby whale in Hilo Bay.
I am doing fine with the routine treatment for my routine heart problem, which is age related. It won't stop me from going to Mexico. We're doing everything the easy way!
I was distressed that elderblogger Ronni Bennett is taking time off from her blog, Time Goes By, because she has been subjected to so many trolls lately. Over the years I've run this blog, I've had a few come by, but they leave. If they believe they can get a hook into me, I'm playing their game. Here is what I do.
1. I publish the location of their ISP.
2. I complain to their ISP and send samples of their comments.
3. I post one of their comments and tell them that that is the last one, and they are now banned.
4. I laugh and sneer at them. I tell them point blank to go away.(This really bothers them more than anything else.)
4. I keep copies of their messages.
5. I threaten to track them down and expose them. But it has gotten to that point only once.
6. I remind them that this is my blog. Just as I would throw a rude guest out of my house, I throw rude commenters off my blog.
I don't suppose Ronnie does these things, but why not? Trolls deserve no consideration. She should be proud of what she does and not let these people silence her.
More: A post on another blog led me to write this.
I remember well how frightened elders were in the early 70's, as the boomers overwhelmed the culture with their numbers and their demands. I lived in the NYC area at the time, and people of all ages were moving out, basically abandoning the City. A woman told me she would be happy when NYC was a museum that tour busses would visit to show the awful way people used to live. Seems incredible in retrospect, since these days so many want to live there but not many can afford it.
My mother in law and father in law moved to King City, a retirement community in Oregon, in the early 70's. They were very angry about the "longhairs" and so on and wanted to lead a life that seemed like the 50's but without work. They really really hated young people, including us, even though we were perfectly OK: a little older, not into drugs but not under their control. They were down on the whole generation. But when my MIL got too old to take care of herself, my FIL being long gone, she moved in next door to us in Hawaii, and she lived to be 97. I never once raised my voice to her, but I could not love her, alas, because of all the bad blood from that period.