All hell is breaking loose, people!
We are talking scorched earth, end of days, shit going down kind of stuff.
Because PEOPLE ARE UPSETTING US!
There is a growing current of people who don’t want to hear one more word of politics on Facebook.
They are sick of it.
It is upsetting, it ruins their day, its also childish.
Screeching about politics on people’s Facebook page is some of the most entertaining shit you will ever read.
It starts out innocently enough, somebody posts a totally non-political comment, possibly with a photo.
And then the extremist shows up, and the whole thing goes nuts.
I bullshit a lot, but the following happened.
A friend posted a pic of their daughter who just got her driver’s license.
Under it was the caption “Look out world, she’s on the road!”
It was cute and got cute replies, as it should have.
(The new driver was a pretty girl of Latin heritage. There is a reason I am mentioning this and its not racism, at least not by me.)
Enter the pitbull.
“She better enjoy it while she can, cause Trump hates Mexicans and she is going to be rounded up! NOW IS THE TIME TO RISE UP!”
Now, don’t get me wrong, I love to fuck with people and say upsetting things to other people on Facebook.
But you don’t go after someones kids, that is just rude.
Come after mine and I will kneecap you and you’ll never walk again.
The comments after that were off the chart ugly after that, it was awesome.
I am kind of an agent of chaos in all of this due to one basic fact that escapes most people.
A large amount of the people you see and interact with on Facebook don’t actually exist.
They are like swamp gas or weather balloons, they make people see whatever their mind wants them to see.
So you can fuck with them, twist them around, friend and unfriend, block or unblock and it doesn’t make one bit of difference in the world.
About 2 years ago, I wrote a post that, in the opinions of people I really don’t respect if we’re being truthful, was obscene, vulgar and rude.
And it was.
But it set a personal record for highest number of complaints and unfriendings in the blog history.
And I actually never noticed any impact on my life.
And thats when it hit me.
They don’t exist.
They aren’t real.
Like characters in a book, when you put the book down, their world is over.
This blog is like a microcosm of Facebook, but my own personal that you have chosen to peek in on.
I bask in the praise, giggle at the outrage and write for the simple fact that it gives me a masturbatory pleasure without chafing.
And its also a great excuse to sit in a Starbucks and sip coffee for hours.
(Never lose sight of why we are here.