With great power comes great responsibilty and trolls.

I have none of those 3, which is by design.

Also, I don’t know how to get great power, just like I don’t know how to get my laundry to fold itself. Those people who have power over other people and who choose to have said power confuse me.

Like, “How did you get all of these people to sheeple after you? Do you realize the steps you took to get to this point? Did you do it on purpose? Did it involve showing your boobies at some point?”

It’s just some of the things that wander through my wee brain as I look around the internet and see on the TV.

And I think to myself, “Self, you do not want this high power. This high power over the sheeples means you open yourself to the trolls. The trolls are evil, vile beings that live under the bridge of life. Your sensitive sensitivities can’t handle people challenging your already-limited self-worth.”

And then I think to myself, “Self, don’t you want the attention the sheeples bring? Don’t you want the money that comes with the sheeples?”

And yes, yes I do.

But with great power comes great responsibility. I’m barely responsible for my children, and hardly responsible for myself. How can I be held responsible with the power that comes from the notoriety of having power?

The answer is, I can’t.

Also, I won’t.

I like you people, the people who come to my home on the interwebs. You take off your shoes, you get your own beer, you’re polite, and you leave before I have fake like I’m tired. You are not trolls.

Thank you for stopping by and leaving a tip on yesterday’s post. You make me feel famous like a local rock band.

And that’s pretty much exactly the way I need to be.