When the big blue "f" gives you your name back.

It's not a secret that I dislike Facebook, and for the last 29 days I have been once again incarcerated in their version of "time out"

I get my name back at the stroke of midnight tonight, 16 June 2016.

This time I was tossed because one of the millenials who enjoys bullying people shockingly could not take what he dished out or, more accurately...he took exception to me asking him to "grow a set" after he reported another commenter who disagreed with his fashionable  atheism and violation of his "safe space".

That individual's name is Brandon Kilgore and he is instantaneously identifiable by his attention whoring posts when anyone mentions church or anything that remotely suggests it.

Anyway, more on being banned from the big blue "F" again.  When they return my name I don't plan on doing anything different than I did before.   I'm sure I am on Zuckerberg's "Rain Man" list.

It continually flummoxed me that people can post what is tantamount to soft core porn and drop racial slurs and much worse than what I said to Mr. Kilgore with impunity. 

There's no appeal either, because the 1% er pussies at the Facebook Supreme Court have better things to do than to actually be fair and grant due process.

So, in about two hours I'll be a solid citizen again.  Yee haw.  Buckle up.

"The worst mass shooting in American history. "

This is the first time in the seven year history of this blog that it has taken me two days to compose an entry.

Mainly because I, like most of the United States at this hour, are still reeling from what took place in Orlando on Sunday morning. I won't rehash the details because you'd have to be living under a rock to NOT know what happened.

It doesn't matter anyway.

I just want something done about it.  

A simple request, to be sure, but way too hard for people to grasp in the aftermath of this horrific event.

It seems like everything other than what actually ended lives in the nightclub is being debated by the ignorant masses on social media and in the political world right now and that is that what happened the other night in Orlando was evil. 

It's really as simple as that, my friends.  It was evilness in its most vicious and cowardly form.  It doesn't matter one bit what the person was using as his reasoning, the animal doing the killing was working off an engine of pure unadulterated evil.

Evil, through hate, ended the lives of 50 people.

You can call it hate.  You can even call it focused hate based on the lifestyle preferences of the victims. But no matter how you decide to "call" this, what happened in was evil incarnate.

And again, I want something done about it.

I have been alive when other, paradigm-shifting horrible things have happened. The Murrah Building bomb, 9/11, Sandy Hook, Columbine...too many to list. I'm not so naive to think that we can eliminate evil entirely in the human race, but we need to come together and let those who choose to bring evil deeds that they won't go unpunished.

Let's get this done.

Rest In Peace part II: As our leaders pass.

I was thinking about it the other day and the first man I voted for in a Presidential Election back in 1988, George Herbert Walker Bush, is in his 90s.

That means the sun is going down on our 41st President and in short order,  he'll be gone.  That, as we know too well, it's a party of life and while we can't do anything about that what we can do is endeavor to allow him to pass with the dignity befitting his former station in life.

I mention President Bush for one reason: the ire and venom that his name commands when you mention his name on social media, or more accurately the ire and venom the Bush family name commands.

This year we lost Nancy Reagan and Supreme Court Justice Antonin Scalia. 

Depending on what side of the political spectrum you support this was either the deaths of two prominent figures in our government or the deaths of two people who represent evil incarnate.  Naturally, being more vocal and under the protection of the first amendment the latter of the two won out. 

Now I'm a big proponent of 1A.  I wouldn't be an aspiring writer without a passion for it.  I like to say I may not like what you have to say but I'll defend your right to say it. Problem is that there is a little bit more to the 1A than just the freedom to say what you want and that's where state funerals come into play. Social Media allows any village idiot with the ability to access any form of computer, be it desktop, laptop or smartphone and spew whatever disrespectful or vile words about anyone and they play particular attention to those who have passed.   They can't defend themselves being dead so they're soft targets.  This is why I am not looking forward to the day when GHW Bush dies because the Internet may break under the weight of disrespectful idiots just chomping at the bit to tear his body to pieces.

I know this is an impossible windmill to tilt because it's going to happen no matter how I plead with people to slow restraint.  The thing is the most minor criticism of President Obama and they'll demand that you respect him and they either imply racism or outright accuse you of it, and nothing is accomplished.

Anyway, in light of all that went on politically this week all that I can think of is the death of a former President.

That can't be good...

Rest In Peace: Ali and the idiot fringe.

I don't get it, my friends.

Muhammed Ali hasn't been dead 48 hours and social media has already turned what started out as touching, respectful tributes from far and wide into venomous, hateful attacks on his character and his beliefs.

It boggles the mind, my friends. 

In the 24+ hours since Ali's death was announced he has been decried as a Muslim, a traitor and a draft dodger. All three of which are fire brands in popular culture these days thanks to varied degrees of ignorance from all sources. It is also yet another division along racial lines on both sides of racism which I won't get into here.

Maybe I'm too old fashioned about respect for the dead.

In my lifetime we've lost many celebrities from the entertainment and sports world and it amazes me how with every passing the level of respect they get from the time the public is informed of that persons death forward.

The first truly famous person's death I remember being informed of via mass media was Elvis Presley in 1977. I was a little more than a month away from turning 9 years old and I learned of his death via a cut-in on our afternoon TV programs.  Years later I came to find out that he was a drug addict and morbidly obese, among other things.

Compare that to Michael Jackson's death in 2009 where he already had a monkey on his back (no pun intended) having beat a child molestation case in 2005 and then coming to find out that he died of and overdose of sleep meds because he was a raging insomniac.  All of that touched of unfair criticisms of him,  some continuing to this day.

Sure, Muhammed Ali is one of my favorite sports figures and this may be coloring my opinion a lot but I am perplexed today about the venom.  Is the ability to trash the memory of someone so overwhelming that people HAVE to rip him before his bones go cold.

My feeling is that since he is deaf and can't defend himself it's much easier for cowards and village idiots to do so.

Since when is a gorilla more important that a human?

I support the zookeepers at the Cincinnati Zoo in their decision to put the gorilla down in order to save his life. 

There, I said it.

Furthermore,  I think the parents of the child should not be held responsible for the gorilla's death.

I also said that.

Has your opinion of me changed?

Am I now some sort of "monster" who you "thought you knew"?

All three of those terms were used to describe me by friends of mine who knew me for a number of years.  

Those same friends also castigated me for being "too harsh" when I berated a parent a year ago for leaving her two year old in a hot car a year ago.

So I'm left here saying: WTF???

Why am I supposed to feel sorry for a mother who vapor-locked and forgot the child she carried to term INSIDE HER WOMB,  and then shame zookeepers who were protecting a child from a potentially dangerous animal?

The hypersensitive masses don't know what a silver back gorilla is capable of.  The fact that some of them have actually assisted zookeepers in rescues of others who have fallen into enclosures does not cancel out the fact that they are still wild animals. 

They think they're the robots from the Jungle Cruise at Disneyland.   Harmless and able to sing "I wanna be like You" from the Jungle Book.

People have asked why the gorilla couldn't have been tranq'd or tasted instead of put down. 

Well, there are two good reasons why.

Both of which involve pain to the gorilla. 

To tranq something involves shooting it with a dart propelled by a burst of compressed air.  There is also a delay involved between the impact of the dart and the meds taking effect.

So in that situation you have an animal who is hurting and scared with a four year old fragile human being.   Not a good combination.

I have been tased as a matter of training.

It wasn't the dart method that is being used by law enforcement.  My training involved being hit by a stunner shield, which is a riot shield that has electrodes on one side that delivers the electric shock.

The effect is all of your muscles contract at the same time, paralyzing you.

It also hurts like hell. 

Animal hurting and scared, four year old victim...yadda yadda.

The zoo did the right thing. 

Not the popular thing, but the right thing.

 

The joys of being "read-only" on social media.

So I'm sure you're wondering what being in "Facebook State Penitentiary" is like.  I suspect that you have the image of being forbidden from accessing the site with a big blue screen and that little "f" with a stern admonition that I am forbidden for 30 days.

Not exactly lying on a bunk in an 8X8 gray-green cell lying on a wooden plank and pecking the walls image, but it'll do I suppose. 

In reality I am in the realm of "read only", which essentially means if I attempt to post,  comment or like it is immediately yanked and I get a pop up notice that I can't post.  Yes, I've tried.  Hell, you never know when the participation trophy winning ubernerds at Facebook might be asleep at the switch.

As my time moves toward my eventual parole date..."nine days and a wake up" as of today...observing behavior that is allowed to stand unchecked (and unpunished) really amazes me. 

We live in hilarious times, my friends and the one thing that strikes me is how the same thing that booted me into the stony lonesome is offensive to some, and not to others.

I guess that's the alleged allure of social media in the endgame.  That said I do not plan to change very much when I'm reinstated.  I will throttle a few things back but I am not going to change who I am.  Piss on Zuckerberg and the kids who got picked last.  Grasp the concept of fairness and decency FOR EVERYONE and then we'll talk.

Time to make a peanut butter, cheese whiz and raven noodle pizza.

Be easy, playah.

F@ck you, Facebook: Letters from the social media jail...

About 30 minutes ago, I received notification that I am banned from Facebook for 30 days based on a reply to a comment made regarding the police officer murdered in Virginia over the weekend.

The person who made the comment basically blamed the NRA (National Rifle Association) for the murder and hashtagged it #HopeThereAreManyMore. 

Being one of those evil people who SUPPORT law enforcement I replied with an angry rant that he apparently considered a personal attack, so he reported me. 

Arbitrary justice handed down from the overlords at the "International Crack House" placed me in the pokey whilst the person who came out and said he can't wait for more dead cops gets to continue on posting threatening material without penalty.

Just in case you haven't incurred the wrath of the Harvard ubernerd and his picked last for kickball minions and have been sent to Facebook Penitentiary, if you commit a faux pas, there is no appeal. 

It's true...literally anyone can report you and there is no mechanics in place for the accused to defend themselves and you are just guilty...not innocent until proven or even guilty until proven innocent...you go straight to the hole without any chance of defense or appeal.

Thanks to the hypersensitivity that this country has come down with in the last decade, everyone can find something offensive in anything these days and as a result,  arbitrary and unappealable judgment is leveled.

I admit that this isn't my first offense, but to revoke my posting privilege while allowing someone who advocates the murder of police officers and blames the NRA for the killing is unfair.

But I can't do anything about it.  So I am officially done with Facebook.   Kiss my ass, Mark Zuckerberg...get a real job.