Monday, November 23, 2020

My last post was two lockouts ago...I'm a bad person.

 


As you can see, I'm a complete asshole. Or, at least, the Brown Shirts at FB think I am.  Let's go thru a few of these, just so you can see that I'm truly a wonderful person, I'm just misunderstood.

But first, let me give you a  picture of what FB is for me.   When I was in college, my friends and I would very often hang around the cafeteria, eating, drinking coffee, and bullshitting.    On days when I didn't have classes I might spend most of the day there, studying and bullshitting as my mood allowed.  That's the way I view FB.  I have no life, so I spend most of my day in front of a computer, and much of that time is spent on FB.  I drink coffee and bullshit and argue politics and social issues and all of that, just like I did back in school.

There IS a big difference between then and now, however.  Back then we had all sorts of shit going on...War in Vietnam, the sexual revolution, girls were getting rid of their bras so their tits would swing free, the fight for civil rights for Negroes  was going hot and heavy, fuckin' hippies telling us to make love and all that...in short, we had no end of things to discuss and figure out, and that often involved us yelling at each other, pounding the table, and wondering how someone could be so stupid as to think this or think that.  Then we'd all go out for beer and pizza or some shit.  The point is there was nothing personal about any of it. We were just young folks talking over the issues of the day. There was no anger, no animosity, no hatred...we were just people bullshitting.

Today, however, you know the story. Everyone hates anyone who disagrees with them, and has to express that hatred with the highest degree of vitriol that one can manage.  Not me.  I don't play that way and never have. I might disagree with someone,  but that won't affect my friendship, I won't get angry, I won't scream, and I won't wish someone dead because we disagree about something, friend or not.   Big shock, I know.

That's what all social media is and has been for me, a place to talk about stuff;  that's what FB is and has been for me.  But, over the years, my friends list has narrowed, and the ones left don't really enter into social and political discussion with me, with one or two exceptions.  I mean, I post shit trying to lure them in, but I'm seldom successful.  (My wall, or whatever it's called, is visible to friends, but not the public.)  So I go hunting in the public news threads...and that's almost always a mistake.  I don't speak Political Correctness, don't share the current view that the very most baddest sin in the world is that someone is offended by something, and I speak standard (this is, non-woke) English.  With the fucking pussies that pass for adults these days, I'm always pissing someone off.  Even when I'm "trying to be good," I end up pissing people off.  And, eventually and inevitably, if those are different, some asshole reports me to the FB Brown Shirts...and off I go for a month.

If you look at this report card from FB, you'd think I was some sort of Nazi.  But I ain't.  I don't hate anyone. I don't harass anyone. I don't bully anyone.  For example, this latest "violation" for "harassment and bullying" is sexist bullshit.  In a thread about three dead people, I commented that one of the dead women looked like she had a mustache.  Judge for yourself.

Mind you, I didn't say she had a mustache, just that  it looked as though she might have.  Well, apparently you're not supposed to ask questions about people who croak from The COVID, judging from the shit people said to me.  So, this one woman bitched me out for having the gall to ask such a horrid question, and called me a "jerk."  I responded, in part, by calling her a "twat."   She reported me for having the effrontery to respond in kind... BOOM!  HARASSMENT!  BULLYING! THIRTY DAYS!!

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Tune in again, tomorrow for continued pissing and moaning.  Our hero is too stoned to type any more, and he seems to be drinking, too.  He ain't drunk, but he's a'drankin'...