Thank You For Proving Us Right, Facebook

Yesterday I was thrown off OF Facebook for a day because one of my Cheeto Sucking Facebook Friends on my Private Page reported me, yet again for posting something Anti Trump.

This time Facebook threw me off for a day and stripped me of my communication line to the rest of the world ( LOL- dudes I have THREE blogs).

Here’s the deal.

I was nailed for Hate Speech.

Did I call for the Death of Twitler? Post pictures of him hanging in effigy  and pictures of him squatting in a hut- oh wait that was what REPUBLICANS did to President Obama because “Murica and Freedoms etc. etc. etc. and they could do HATEFUL, Racist stuff like that.

Nope. I most certainly DID NOT say or do anything like that.

I posted this Meme- with quotes from Twitler Himself with pictures of the people he was talking about- The Very Fine People and The Sons of Bitches

Facebook in their infinite wisdom declared this ” Hate Speech. ”

Well. Sure. It was hateful. We all know that. We were pointing that out.

So when are they going to throw the man who uttered these HATEFUL  words through the same mouth that agreed with Howard Stern who asked it was okay to refer to his daughter as a Piece of Ass  “,  off of Facebook?

Last time I looked he was threating WWIII on Twitter as well

Call me a stickler but I’m pretty darn sure he’s violated a few TOS along the way here.

So while Facebook checks into Twitler’s Hate Speech which has sucked all of the air out the known Universe and considers booting him off too-

I’ll be right here  at my blog.

Waiting.

And doing what I do.

Writing ALL about it.

amm

 

Look Who Washed Up On Shore!

Photo A.M. MOSCOSO

There is no ONE reason why I haven’t been writing- but in the end I guess what I wanted was to sit back and absorb what was going on in my life instead of reacting to it.

I think that new way of thinking  changed me a bit.

I still love the same foods, for the most part the I still love the same people and generally speaking I’m happy with myself as a writer.

I guess it’s normal to go off and fill the well as long as you come back to you and the places that matter.

Writing is a place that matters.

amm

 

 

 

Dirty Deeds ( Done By Sheep )

When me and Luis’ kids were little- they were about  six and seven years old at the time I played them  Joan Jett’s cover of the AC/DC song ” Dirty Deeds ”

They thought she was singing ” Dirty deeds, done by sheep ” .

So to this day that’s the way we sing it.

Other kids a few years older then they were at the time have a different but still highly amusing take on AC/DC – who- when they came to Seattle had first aid cars parked outside the Seattle Center Coliseum and first aid tents inside which I fondly referred to as  ” The Vomitoriums” ( thank you Saturday Night Live )

Good times…and good music!

 

And now for … Dirty Deeds Done BY SHEEP….dirt cheap as rocked out by Joan Jett ( and STILL  a family favorite )

talk to me

 

I remember when I started to blog, what- it’s been over 10 years now, me and my fellow bloggers used to put a ton of energy and work into our posts so that people would chat it up in the comment section.

It used to be a great way to connect with other writers and have some fun.

Now we have Facebook and I can post a quip or a link and sometimes people care but most of the time they don’t say anything at all. I have friends who feel ‘left out’ because nobody or hardly anyone likes their posts or comments on them. I’m always surprised anyone stops by my FB page at all. It’s a mess over there.

For the most part, I treat FB like a notebook and I store pictures there.It’s fun to play with, but I’m not so sure it’s the best place to goof off and it’s fun to look at when I’m on the bus because if I read a book when I’m in a car or riding on the bus I get carsick.

I like my blog, it’s me.

My Facebook page is an accounting of me and do you know what?

I don’t like that at all.

 

 

 

 

 

May 1, 2017

 

I haven’t heard a single new song that I’ve liked.

There isn’t any new artwork up on the wall in the alley across the street from where  work.

Salmon burgers are non-existent.

Spring is boring, how many days till Halloween?

 

 

 

We Were Here

 

Today I was out walking my dog and we ended up by the Playfield- the Playfield used to be ” The Woods ” where me and the neighborhood kids played games and built forts, where we drank and smoked and we walked there or rode our bikes because in  those days we didn’t have Malls or cellphones or parents who drove us three blocks to school or a mile away to visit our friends.

Sadly most of the ” The Woods” have ended up like this:

Photo A.M. Mososo

Photo A.M. Moscoso

The funny thing is they felt like ” The Woods” again when I altered the pictures:

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Photo A.M. Moscoso

Call me sentimental,but I think that’s the way The Woods want to be remembered- and who am I to question that?