Archives for September 2019

I deleted my Facebook account.

It wasn’t the first time.

Sometime in 2013/14 I deleted it for the 1st time. Back then, I’d grown it to 10K plus peeps as I recall. But I’d grown it from this blog. I rarely interacted very much, primarily using it as a means to get out word of a new blog post, right here.

But then I noticed a trend, especially on the FreeTheAnimal FB page. You see, I have iron grip control, here. I own my data, and I deal with comments per my exclusive authority as the owner. It’s me who blocks and bans, and sometimes, I can be whimsical about it.

So what do all the wankers do (particularly beta-boy, virtue-signaling males)? They comment on my post notifications on FB, instead of manning up here, risking my exclusive authority and adjudication.

Why? Because, as pussy boys, they seek the protection of a higher authority. They get to say what they want, and I’m hampered: because if I shoot back as I would do here, then FB comes down on me, over there.

Unacceptable.

So I said “fuck it.”

…I had a year and half or so with zero Facebook. And I was fine. Zero trips to ER with heart palpitations.

Then I got antsy and with the extra time to craft nefarious plans, I negotiated with the wife unit for her to stand aside as I go to Mexico and live off grid; …maybe we live there when she retires from the school district.

And what’s the stupidest thing I do?

I signed up for Facebook, again, once I’m Baja and a bit isolated. It’s July, 2015, just a bit over 4 years ago. I was perfectly fine without Facebook. But I did it anyway.

I fell off the wagon.

Long story short, I gradually shifted the way I used Facebook, from primarily a notification platform for my posts here, to where most of my quotidian antagonism was original on Facebook, and onto near exclusivity, on Fucking Facebook. Shame.

As such, I got the ban, regularly. It began in the run up to the 2016. The obese women FB hires to police your writing and ideas are not fans of my work.

Long story short, I’ve gotten the ban 18 times and after the first few, it’s 30 days each time. Shorter: I’ve spent over 400 days in banned status over 4 years.

I’m incorrigible.

But, here’s the thing. I was always a bit libertarian in my judgment of it. OK, I disagree with their so-called Community Standards (Ayn Rand: “whose community?”) but went along, even in the course of 17 bans.

The last one was quite different.

They gave me an opportunity to request that they take a second look which in the new language of Euphemism, means: ‘we’ll have a human being take a look.’

I actually suspected that the human might get it right and they did.

And I thought, ‘OK.’

But, then, their nefarious bad faith is exposed. Whereas, one other time recently when I won on appeal, my posting privilege was immediately restored. This time, not. I thought it might be a glitch.

The ban stood, and it would stand for 29 more days.

Unconscionable.

Because the first instance was different and posting function was restored immediately, I gave benefit of the doubt, for the simple reason that when I attempted to post, I was informed “something you recently posted went against our community standards….” which was now false.

So, I put in a trouble ticket via the Help Desk.

Within an hour, they did not restore posting function. Instead, they changed the notification.

“We’ve noticed unusual activity on your profile and you won’t be able to use Facebook or Messenger for 29 days.”

In other words, ‘we’re just keeping the ban; we want it even though we exonerated you and even put your post back up.’

Why endure this? It’s prima fasciae bad faith. There have been many an allegation leveled at Facebook over bad faith dealing, but this is unequivocal.

So, I just deleted my Facebook account, again.

…I take note in parting that’s it’s a kindergarten. Over the previous 17 bans, not a single friend or family member ever stood up with a single word about it in an original post. Not one, not a single time. There are no backbones I’m aware of.

It’s like being called onto the carpet in kindergarten. Even all the children who like your rambunctious ways, stand silent. They take in the chilling message, which is the whole intent of it. Clear injustice or the color of it doesn’t mean a shit to any of them. They’re focussed on the next recess.

Facebook is for abject children. I tried, for years, to do my part to grow it the fuck up but no. It’s all children and it’s all it will ever be.

For the children.

No wonder the age demographic keeps going up. Old people are child-like the older they get.

Now go fuck off.