Sure, you think you are the arbiter of understated contempt and sarcasm, but I’ve got news for you: you are a crooked crutch, a hired gun for those unwilling to do their own dirty work.
I remember when I first encountered you, long before the Timex Sinclair, eons before Al Gore invented the internet. It was my sister who first introduced me to you, and she wielded you like a two handed bastard sword. “You were supposed to help with the dishes!” I might ask. My sister needn’t utter a word in defense because her advocate, Roli, would step up and let me know all about her bemused indifference. Or I might ask, “Don’t wear my jacket out anymore, you always bring it back dirty and you’ve already lost another one.” And you, Roli, would interject to express her exasperation and contempt. It never failed to leave me at a loss.
Ah, but I eventually became aware of the secret you hide so well. You are mute, and however powerful, your message is dependant upon me to interpret. If I refuse to give words to your expression, you are utterly without meaning. She never did give up on invoking you, my dear sister, but I became quite immune to your power.
And now you are back. A new incarnation with the same old bag of tricks, an enabler of those who are unwilling or unable to voice their own displeasure. I see you have picked up quite a following…
Here: Do you disagree with the post or the idea? Who knows.
Here: Classic Roli. No words offered at all.
Here: Does the poster like or dislike the band? Roli looks indifferent.
Here: Novel usage. Roli sits at the bottom, passing his judgment on a series of unnamed persons.
And here: Is this contempt for the poster, the link, or the mere idea? Roli refuses to elaborate.
Impressive, but your shtick is tired. Time to move on, old man.
[sub]No offense need [necessarily] be taken by those in the examples, my beef is with Roli.[/sub]
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rarely, but I will never use that damn roll eyes.
