Welcome to Facebook. Leave your brain at the door. Your common sense, too.
As of right now, I am sipping a cup of coffee, something I haven’t done since Sammy was sick. It’s been months since I’ve had coffee; after losing Sammy I just couldn’t justify it. But now, I need it. Oh wow, do I ever.
I’m locked out of my Facebook account. Because of a troll. I’m not kidding.
Now, this is coming on the heels of that lovely little article, you might have seen it: it’s the one that basically tells us that Facebook itself was behind some of that “fake news”. It seems Zuckie decided to work with a conservative group and claim that if you weren’t pro-Facebook, you were working for–GASP!!–George Soros!
Again, I’m not kidding.
It’s getting harder and harder for me to justify having a fucking Facebook account. It’s getting harder and harder for me to justify having the Facebook app on my tablet. It’s getting harder and harder for me to justify keeping my page. Why the flying fuck should I bother?
Again, my sabbatical grows. When the 24 hours are up, I’ll share this with a number of my Facebook friends. But I doubt that I’m going to use Facebook for anything anymore. Check-ins at Brewers games? Not happening. Check-ins at Timber Rattlers games? Nope. Shares from Patheos? A thing of the past. Clicking aimlessly around on my timeline? I have better things to do. Zuck can get his ad revenue elsewhere. Fuck Facebook and fuck Zuck.
On the bright side, this will give me more time to blog. It’s a much better usage of my time.
Damn, it’s been so long, I almost forgot how awesome coffee tastes in the morning. I’ll never let that happen again.
Iacon East 