It is difficult to find the words to describe what is behind a sadist who runs around the networks wishing that your servant would disappear from this world. So, no specific date, but no escape. It can only be someone with very low feelings, little brain and no reading. A bitch, my father would say.
The lynching of us every day that some practice as part of morning gymnastics touches whoever it touches in this country so used to the insult of low stove. It happens so often that we have almost normalized it. Journalists are easy targets. Let's go barefaced, which cannot be said of those who hide behind anonymity. You might think that the diatribe goes with the job, when it doesn't: it's appropriate to draw red lines.
I don't know everything about the sadist in question. He, on the other hand, knows a lot about me. Surely in his real life, not in the digital one, he is incapable of killing a mole. A sweet kitten cuddler. The fact is that he has published in a tweet that hopefully I will die of covid, the flu or one of the viruses that are in circulation. So that he can learn from it, he suggests, as if once in the other neighborhood we have the ability to make amends. All this comes from an article about masks published in this newspaper, which, by the way, the anonymous person involved did not even bother to read. It is enough to take a look at their comments to deduce this.
A tweet fired with such bad milk is equivalent to a flammable letter without a sender. Boom! It's what hate has. And what he doesn't have: no face, no care. The threat rolls and rolls around the web thanks to all those who take it as a joke, so you see how funny it is. Journalists are supposed to be made of the hardest metal. It's not my case. That's why I think it's necessary to spread what unjustly alters your life.
Readers' criticisms are welcome - underline the word reader here. Go ahead, don't cut yourself. Stop by, read, and then judge my work, not my person. I'll thank you because you can be wrong a thousand times or make a fool of yourself hundreds more. It's good to have someone remind you. Criticize what you want, but please, let me live many more years in peace.
