Has this one been done yet?
Is that a goblin in your pants or are you just happy to see me?
Something about Jesus (nsfw)
For the OP, it is a known fact that goblins require a pole to dance around. So get the stick out of your ass and the goblins will be gone quicker than you can say it.
Set your pants on fire.
Do NOT piss.
Wait for the Goblins to leave the burning pants.
THEN piss.
The problem with it being in IMHO is that you are mostly going to get joke responses, rather than information on the rituals of different cultures.
Of course, if the OP wasn’t written as a joke, it probably could have stayed in GQ in the first place.
Also, I like this loophole: joke threads go in the Pit.
Yes, a good mod would have sent the original thread straight to the Pit and gotten it over with 
The underwear bomber wasn’t trying to destroy the plane - he was dealing with an infestation of pants-goblins.
Not with those fuckwitted special rules about what constitutes an acceptable answer. Having to dance around the edges of other poster’s irrationality is a special requirement in GD. It should NOT be exported to GQ.
Next on Mythbusters…
or
I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll bloowww your goblings away.
If you’re relatively lucky enough to have North American Goblins, they can be easily coaxed out with Hostess Suzy-Q’s. (Ding-Dongs will do in a pinch, but be sure to break them in half to expose the cream.)
European Goblins will require a somewhat more complex procedure. You’ll need both an enticement and a repellant. Any of a number of common varieties of garden slug should work fine as the repellent. Make sure there is no more than a 3/4 inch gap between each slug. For bait, you’ll need a concoction with a specific ratio of lutefisk, buttermilk, dark chocolate, and a number of asian spices. Check google for some recipes.
If, god forbid, you’re infested with Australian or (very rare) Indonesian Goblins… I’m sorry. Get your affairs in order.
Oh, and as for the thread discussed in the OP – Though, granted, it could have been asked in a more straightforward manner, I took it as a question about various cultural beliefs about ghosts, and GQ is as good a place as any for that. Lighten up.
Is that a goblin in your pants, a cream-filled Ding-Dong, or are you just happy to see me? Or were those last two questions redundant?
Truthfully, I recognized your username but I was drawing a blank as far the kind of poster you were. Sometimes you really can’t tell who’s going to end up being woo-woo, even after several years of acquaintance, especially if that acquaintance is online. Plus, I may have just had a brainfart and didn’t “register” the tongue-in-cheek when I read it.
Therefore, I officially change my vote to “blame the mod” (that’s supposed to be tongue-in-cheek…see? Disclaimer!) for moving it to an unsuitable forum. 
Not to mention that they won’t go anywhere when they’re on strike - which is roughly all of the time.
Thanx bud. Methinks I’ll go with Windex for the streak-free, shiny nuts look.
But only if you buy me an airline dinner first.
Important distinctions must be made. Hobgoblins are detestable emanations, and no one can object if they are subjected to Phrandaal’s Excellent Prismatic Spray. Knobgolins, on the other hand, have certain endearing habits and might well be thought benign and wholesome, especially if they are willing to fetch a beer and a sandwhich during the game.
Jack Vance’s lawyers on line 1.
Keep them on hold, gotta look something up! Lessee, Forlorn Encystment…Forlorn Encycstment…ah! There!
Just more proof that every. fucking. thing. in Australia will kill you. You know how they say everything is bigger in Texas? It’s like that, but instead of the word “bigger” substitute the word “deadly, angry, and aiming for your testicles” - well, you get the point.
I totally agree with the OP. There’s a difference between fighting ignorance and pandering to it.