It's my first full day in Zuckerberg Prison.
If one were to approach this from an iconic perspective you would see me in my gray jumpsuit with a number printed across the chest, scratching the wall next to my rack with a hashmark indicating the days I've spent here in Facebook's stony lonesome.
For those obsessed with social media to a deeper degree, it would drive them insane. For me though, who can remember a time when ones "status" was not a thing needed or desired to be shared, it's not too bad all things considered.
The only thing that eats at me is the hypocrisy of the warden, Mark Zuckerberg. He claims to be a humanitarian who is interested in enriching the planet by enhancing the way we communicate through his website and other social media.
That's great but there's a catch.
There's always a catch.
Zuckerberg is not interested in fairness. He's not interested in equality. As long as you behave you can stay but if you contradict his master plan you get blacklisted and tossed in time out with no chance at an appeal.
Which is where I am today.
Due process does not exist on social media. If you plant say, a pink equal sign or emboss you profile picture with rainbow stripes you belong, but if you respond to a "Yale professor" (who happens to own a Web strategies firm), that openly advocates and rejoices in the murder of a police officer, BOOM...In irons and down the hole you go.
I guess I'm the only one who sees fault in this dictatorial means of discipline and the hypocrisy of the Harvard ubernerd dropout. I admit to and own crime but even death penalty convicts get to appeal their sentences.
Why can't we, Warden Zuckerberg?
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