A few weeks ago I told an Anti Mask/Anti Vaxxer on Facebook that I thought her comment was stupid.
I got sent to Facebook Jail- AGAIN.
I’m guessing it’s because I hurt the poster’s feelings.
Like I care. I just repost things on my blog. And if I want to talk to anyone I call so I’m still part of the ‘conversation and community ‘.
Eventually they let me out…
Facebook and I have a history.
Once someone said I was a ‘libtard’ and I decided to respond.
I posted the reply below. They reported me, Facebook pulled my comment and then put it back.
Upon review, I had not violated community standards after all.
I don’t know how they came to that conclusion. Facebook defies the laws of the known Universe.
Listen here you toe-eyed cabbage, I wasn’t born into this world so you could bang out insults from your limited vocabulary and leave them here in the comment section like a pile of dog poo festering away in the full heat of summer on a velvety well manicured lawn.
I hope you stub your toe in the dark and have to crawl back to your bedroom at 4:00 am in horrific pain after going to the kitchen for a midnight snack of Cheese Whiz and those crackers you emptied from the basket on your table at Applebees only to find the cat peed on the crackers that the roaches didn’t eat and your dog ate your stash of Twinkies.
Here in Seattle we have this program where you can hop on a bike and ride it around and when you’re done you leave it for someone else to use.
It’s a Greeny thing. Seattle is big on the Enviro Movement.
On Most mornings I see a gaggle of bikes parked in or around a handicapped parking space in a local business’s parking lot.
Why snag the Handicapped space? I don’t know- maybe the idea is if they don’t SEE a handicapped person in need of the space, they can take it. You know, it’s like the idea if you close your eyes the world disappears until you open them again.
Even if they don’t jam their bike (s) into the handicapped space they park them next to the space next to the Handicapped Space, which is a non- parking space because if you’re a handicapped person who needs to use the door on the passenger side of the car, having that room to navigate is essential.
It’s such a jerk thing to do.
So I guess I want to say, thanks for saving the planet. You’re awesome, please let me be first to kiss your Environment- First Ass.
But while you’re out there saving the world, just don’t be such a massive Dick about it, okay?
You’re reading these words on a screen. Screens — comforting, addictive, inescapable — are everywhere, especially when we read and write (and blog). Today, write a poem about, against, or in homage to the screens in your life. Or write about some other kind of screen — for example, the one stretched across your window, or the piece of cloth on which movies are projected at the theater.
It chased me in my dreams
it chases me when I wake
why do you follow me
into the bathroom?
why do you care what I eat
what I wear
what I think?
Are you a God? A Devil? A Demon?
You judge my harshly Facebook, you frown upon me, scold me
When I chose to think
or chose to be
You ask when I sin
when I vote
when I’m good
and when I’m bad.
Did I fly a Rainbow flag?
Did I weep for the kittens
left in a bag, on a road
defenseless in the cold?
Do you think you
My Mom or my Dad?
Because I know you are not
I’m glad you’re not.
in your cyberbones.
I wish we could
pull your plug, cut your cord
to the very end
of each and every day.
How can we turn you off, turn you away, live for the moment