The Trool is Trooly Trite

Morning, Glories.

De-lurking to note that the trool is trooly trite. I picked up on who it was in the first half-sentence of every troolish comment, and easily skipped the rest.

This is, plainly, the same hectoring individual, every day. Would that there were active banhammering cobs (how dare they have any other life but policing the comments here!) to knock the trool out on every comment. Don't have a real answer, just that vague wish.

To the trool, I'd say: Go into your closet, get down on your knees, and, with all the sincerity your insincere little black heart can muster, beg the Spirit of Truth to guide you into all truth. Go on, I dare you. (Don't forget the sincerity part; might take a couple tries.)