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 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.

Letters from Social Media jail: My first full day behind "the walls".

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?