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All could be said to be misanthropic. They are the excrement in the toilet of life and for a while I and some online acquaintances tried to act as the flush handle on that same toilet.
     
    And who am I? I am nobody, really. I am an at least half-mad Irishman (well, if I wasn’t half crazy when I started all of this, then I probably am now) of no importance. I am merely a narrator and documenter of certain things that have taken place, the veracity of much of which can be checked through media reports. My name is Oisín (pronounced Oh-sheen) and I live quite a boring existence, far too much of which is spent online. Oh, and I hate RIP trolls, many of whom in turn hate me with a vengeance, something which amuses me immensely.
     
    After some days then of sifting through their vileness and having made a number of unsuccessful attempts to interest the main UK national dailies in what was going on, I decided that the best course of action for my sanity would be to look away and to try and forget what I had seen happening. Dealing with one of these disgusting beings was one thing, but this was all too much. I had been lying awake at night thinking about it, feeling the utter hatred boiling in me, wanting to lock them all in a barn and burn it. I realised that I had been shocked by what I had witnessed going on and that in turn that shock was creating very many bad feelings in me, all of which were doing no harm to anyone except to my own self. So look away I did, putting it slowly out of my head over the course of the next week. In mid-December though I began thinking of it again and decided to have another look at this digital monstrosity. What I saw then was something so unspeakably depraved that it disturbed me even more than the Megan Moore trolling.
     
    My return to this netherworld had coincided with the sexually-motivated murder of Millie Martin, a 15-month-old girl from my own country. Her killing was being widely reported on in the Irish media, and I remember well the little toddler’s face being shown on the headline news. The creatures of the night that were this crowd of trolls had also picked up a news report about her murder and were inspired by it to set about making groups celebrating her sexual abuse and subsequent death. Trolls with fake names like ‘Dale Angerer’ - a child pornography fan from Australia later to become infamous as the first individual jailed for trolling; ‘Prince Az Lives’ - a father of three in his late 30s who works as a handyman for a Lord in Yorkshire, England, and whose full identity is known to me; and ‘Vicky Edward’ - an exceptionally depraved husband and wife trolling team with the surname Martel, originally from the UK but now living in France and that can still be seen on Facebook to this day writing their sexual fantasies under the photographs of children, were spewing out unspeakable sexual slurs about the little child. One of them, an admitted paedophile who trolled for a long time under the pseudonym ‘Frankie Desmond,’ even posted on one of the groups a pornographic photograph of a baby girl’s genitals. The actual picture I did not see, having arrived on the page only after he had taken the image down, but I have the outrage caused by it captured in a screengrab, and was told by two witnesses as to what he had done. The next day, the Belfast Telegraph reported on what was going on and under a link to their online version of the story I observed some of those trolls conveying a genuine ecstasy that what they had done had made the papers and so caused even more distress to the tot’s family.
     
    ‘Prince Az,’ who was also trolling on these groups as ‘Luciano Pavaroti’ and whose real initials are RC, said that he was ‘so very, very happy’ at the reporting of this in a newspaper. The same creep some two years later took a mental breakdown when he was almost exposed in a national British newspaper for his years of sadistic harassment against bereaved