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.
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