Don't feed the trolls is good advice. However, it is incomplete advice. The second part of it is "Kill the trolls with fire and/or acid so that they do not regenerate."
This applies to D&D also.
I'm no fan of fascism, but if you think martial law is spelled "marshall law", I am totally okay with the brownshirts dragging you out of your vehicle and renditioning you to a blacksite somewhere.
Hey Elon!
I bet you don't have the vigor in your ketamine-shriveled no-kids-producing balls to suspend me, you pathetic little Wormtongue wannabe. You and the Orange Goblin can meet me out in the Denny's parking lot for some spirited debate, you plastic-faced buffoon.
Fuck off.
And the drunk on the corner who pisses himself calls for the ascended masters of Alpha Centauri to grant him magic powers to fight the scourge of Antarctic werewolves.
Who gives a fuck what some fascist turdmuncher calls for? He's an unelected nobody with zero authority.
Day 5: no matter how much you suck up to the rich, you'll never be one of them. To them, you are a tool. A pawn. A thing to be used and exploited. You can never join them on their stolen cloud in the sky, but you can bring them crashing down to earth. Gravity wins.
Day 4: Your daily reminder that despite being the richest man on the planet, E-lon still dresses like a head shop assistant manager, has to pay women to have his children (who all hate him, lol), and wears lifts in his shoes because he's insecure about being short. What a loser.
Day 3: A reminder that it's always okay to resist fascism with literally every method at your disposal. It's no sin to punch a Nazi - it's a sin NOT to.
Hey, Elon!
Trump sucks, you suck. Lick my grundle, you bootsniffing little apartheid turd. You and your orange fascism daddy.
Come at me, you wax-skinned hyena, I dare you. What're you gonna do? Put me in one of your unlicensed fireworks masquerading as a rocket? Get bent.
The governor of Missouri doesn't have to execute Marcellus Williams. He wants to do it.
This is the monster, Mike Parson.
This is the murderer, Mike Parson.
This is the butcher, Mike Parson.
Pretty much everything that isn't Dark Sun > Forgotten Realms. The Realms are the example of gentrified, generic fantasy with nothing unique or notable about it. It's a blank canvas for DMs to paint stories on, which is fine. But on its own, it's a big ol' nothing.
So anyone else who's dealt with @evergypower for safety-related issues, what would you do if they told you they wouldn't come out to fix a downed power line for at least a MONTH?