Gabriel _Arch
Well-Known Member
Yet,in that defense they show they're,he, is not well educated in Catholic doctrine.
I think that's why he is rude and personally attacks those to whom he is posting. Thinking that vitriol will distract us from realizing that very thing.
Trolls are lazy. Education costs time.
Trolls prefer to spend time expressing how lost and empty they are as they fill their days attacking the Christian faithful in our own communities.
They have no joy in their life because they have no understanding as to what true emotionally satisfying joy is.
For the Troll joy is felt in feeling satisfied they are personally responsible for throwing dung into a white light of Christ community.
They're encouraged to keep on when we respond in our way,the way of Christ,thinking,in error,we can reach a person who is on the wrong path.
We're wrong.
Trolls targeting we the Christian faithful are the recruits of Demons. Their father has closed their eyes,minds,heart,so they will do his bidding.
They are spawns of Hell. And unless it be Father's will,shall finish this life and enter that eternal home they first thought to mock as just as much a myth as Christianity.
Their father knows better. He also knows how easy it is to manipulate those empty minds to his will. And when we read them here,we see that too.
If you tell a Troll,quietly to yourself as you read their latest post, go to Hell, that is not a personal attack you're thinking of. No, that's actually the same as stating outright and publicly to their attention, "GO HOME!"
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So a politician dies and ends up standing in front of the Pearly Gates. Saint Peter looks at him for a second, flicks through his book, and finds his name.
‟So, you’re a politician…”
‟Well, yes, is that a problem?”
‟Oh no, no problem. But we have recently adopted a new system for people in your line of work, and unfortunately you will have to spend a day in Hell. After that however, you’re free to choose where you want to spend eternity!”
‟Wait, I have to spend a day in Hell?” says the politician.
‟Them’s the rules” says St Peter. He clicks his fingers and *woomph*, the guy disappears.
He awakes, curled up with his hands over his eyes, knowing he’s in Hell. Cautiously, he listens for the screams, sniffs the air for brimstone, and finds … Nothing. Just the smell of, is that fabric softener? And cut grass, this can’t be right?
‟Open your eyes!” says a voice. ‟C’mon, wakey wakey, we have only got 24 hours!”
Nervously, he uncovers his eyes, looks around, and sees he’s in a hotel room. A nice one too. Wait, this is a penthouse suite … And there’s a smiling man in a suit, holding a martini.
‟Who are you??” The politician asks.
‟Well, I’m Satan!” says the man, handing him the drink and helping him to his feet. ‟Welcome to Hell!”
‟Wait, this is Hell? But … Where’s all the pain and suffering?” he asks.
Satan throws him a wink. ‟Oh, we have been a bit misrepresented over the years, it’s a long story. Anyway, this is your room! The minibar is of course free, as is the room service, there’s extra towels next to the spa tub, and if you need anything, just call reception. But enough of this! It’s a beautiful day, and if you’d care to look outside …”
Slightly stunned by the opulent surroundings, the man wanders over to the floor-to-ceiling windows through which the sun is glowing, looks far down, and sees a group of people cheering and waving at him from a golf course.
‟It’s one of five pro-level courses on-site, and there’s another six just a few minutes drive out past the beach and harbour!” says Satan, answering his unasked question.
They head down in the lift, walk out through the glittering lobby where everyone waves and welcomes the man, as Satan signs autographs and cheerily talks shop with the laughing staff. As he walks out, he sees the group on the golf course are made up of every one of his old friends, people he’s admired for years but never met or worked with, and people whose work he’s admired but died long before his career started.
Out of the middle of this group walks his wife, with a massive smile and the body she had when she was 20, who throws her arms around him and plants a delicate kiss on his cheek.
Everyone cheers and applauds, and as they slap him on the back and trade jokes, his worst enemy arrives, as a 2-foot tall goblin-esque caddy. He spends the day in the bright sunshine on the course, having the time of his life.
Later, they return to the hotel for dinner and have an enormous meal, perfectly cooked, which descends into a food fight when someone accidentally throws a bread roll at the next table. As everyone is falling about laughing and flinging breadsticks at each other, his wife whispers in his ear … And they return to their penthouse suite. After several hours of intense passion, the man falls into a deep and happy sleep.
He is woken up by St Peter.
‟So, that was Hell. Wasn’t what you were expecting, I bet?”
‟No sir!” says the man.
‟So then,” says St Peter, ‟you can make your choice. It’s Hell, which you saw, or Heaven, which has choral singing, talking to God, white robes, and so on.”
‟Well, I know this sounds strange, but on balance, I think I would prefer Hell,” says the politician.
‟Not a problem, we totally understand! Enjoy!” St Peter clicks his fingers again.
The man wakes up in total darkness, the stench of ammonia filling the air and distant screams the only noise. As he adjusts, he can see the only light is from belches of flame far away, illuminating the ragged remains of people being tortured or burning in a sulphurous ocean. A sudden bolt of lightning reveals Satan next to him, wearing the same suit as before and grinning, holding a soldering iron in one hand and a coil of razor-wire in the other.
‟What’s this?” the politician cries. ‟Where’s the hotel? Where’s my wife? Where’s the minibar, the golf-courses, the pool, the restaurant, the free drinks and the sunshine?”
‟Ah,” says Satan. ‟You see, yesterday, we were campaigning. But today, you voted.”
......you not only degrade your own family on a public site.......which is embarrassing for you and shows your poor character.....you also degrade the members of that same public site. You are a real sweetheart to be around, aren't you now? 
