Holiday Road

Banished to the Hinterlands! Part 2

To be clear, I didn’t care about my Facebook termination and banishment. If I had, I wouldn’t have let it happen. Facebook is a boon to the US intelligence community and Zuckerberg is happy to coordinate cultural mandates via his platform. But that’s not the least of it. FB – rebranded as Meta – is the world’s largest online social database. Many years ago, I recognized it for what it was, a captive audience that needed to hear about my best-selling books so I could get richer. Which I did. I sold a few books but nothing to shout about. As FB became increasingly popular and was revealed as a data mining operation for the CIA, I began to have second thoughts.

Why do so many people have a FB ID? Because it’s free. Endorphins are released when personal information is punched in, a sense of satisfaction is achieved, and a digital ego is formed. You put up a silly-ass billboard online and FB helps you do that. Their pay-off is your data.

Why should they have all this info about me and I have no idea who they are? As you can gather, I think all this data-driven ego-stroking public display of portrayed self is a fake chase anyway. Granted, there are millions of accounts centered on pets and kids and grandkids, all equally boring and likely a waste of time. You can sell your homemade knick-knacks or, in my case, books, but you can’t keep it a secret unless you make up bogus accounts in order to preserve anonymity, which is what I did.

So, I’ve got all these accounts running – even the one that was terminated. Yes, I can still access the page and make posts on it and demean my enemies. What? You might ask? But you’re banned!. Account terminated! How can TommyBoy do that? It’s not fair! Well, I’m not going to tell you how that works. I will remind you that I was involved with computers and networks and electronic systems long before most of you were born, so this banning of accounts and free speech doesn’t really work on me. At least, not on FB.

I will reveal that the ones who targeted me on FB are part of the online gay/lesbian mafia who like to deplatform guys like me. Now, FB has members of the gay mafia on their team, so they are sympathetic to spreading a normalized, openly gay lifestyle and suppressing opposition. That’s what happened to me. What they did not know was that I had rigged the account in question long before they set their trap. Ya think ya got me, Ang, but ya missed. I just wanted to blatantly tell you to get f*cked one more time and I did. You thought you hurt me, but you didn't. It was the other way around. Foolia.

Anyhoo, I’m still selling books on FB, Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, Apple, Sony, and more, both domestic and international. Life is good here. How about there? How about them apples?

Banished to the Hinterlands! Part 1

To cut to the chase, my account at Facebook has been terminated for good, for all time, and please don’t come back. And so ended my relationship with Mark Zuckerberg and his minions of busy-brained beavers.

The email said all that in sparse language that was, undeniably, hard to argue with. It went on to say that I had created multiple false accounts and broken a number of community standards, including the use of inappropriate language, homophobia and, in general, rude references to the gay community. Internet stalking was mentioned, but nothing that stuck. 

To my chagrin, it was all true. I was caught like a rat in a trap. And so a decision was rendered in my “case” and I was to be banned for life. Adios, mofo. No receipt, no return. Time stood still. My mind raced ahead… forever separated from my precious flow of packaged Information! How would I stand it? What would I do over morning coffee? 

I punched open another window and went to FB login where I typed in my username and password, then thumped on the Return key. The browser responded with a pop-up. What’s this? I peered closer. Instead of the comforting arrangement of facts and figures on my home page, I stared at the message. It said, “Your FB account has been terminated.” Harsh, but elegant in its simplicity. Indeed, it was true. 

Of course, I tried a different digital route via my cellphone. Same thing. Defeated and momentarily crushed, I considered what I had lost and how would I ever manage my life again? Man, that’s where I meet chicks. My calender is on FB, phone numbers, all that stuff. Wait, phone numbers are on the phone. A twinge of relief. And chicks? At my age, it’s all a scam. All that stuff gone. Restaurant specials, expired free digital passes, wedding announcements for people I did not know, the crush and whining mass of opinionated and frustrated white liberal housewives – in my case, ex-wives – and a flood of recipes and email chains that warn you about breaking the chain ‘cause then you’ll go to hell, and so much more that it’s become common, perhaps even a little comforting, the sameness of it all as it establishes the foundation of my intellectual reality automatically, digitally, just for me. Autopilot. Easy-peasy, slick and sleazy. I don’t have to think about a thing. I am the body electric. At least, I used to be.

What Are You Reading?

Currently reading The Big Picture by Sean Carroll but about to start a small group reading of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest by Ken Kesey. I've read Cuckoo's Nest before and written papers on the book during graduate school but it's been a long time. My nephew and I are going to read it again through December and I will decide if it is still my fave book of all time. Please join us if you like. Don't cheat by watching the movie -- it's not the same as the book! 
 

Reality is Volition

"People do not seem to realize that their opinion of the world

is also a confession of character."

-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Old Books

Alice in Wonderland