Facebook Insanity
A Social Network?
This is a 'disclaimer' of some pedigree. I joined Facebook to play Scrabble.
I number of my friends, that is people I have had dinner with, also belong to FB. They Friend me, I friend them, and we post what is of interest to us.
We comment on each others posts, as do strangers they have friended. Sometimes I see them spill their guts, posting things that as, a friend, they should only whisper in my ear in the middle of a deserted beach. But they post these items for the world to see and judge.
Why?
Are they so life deprived that they use Facebook where the rest of us go out to dinner with humans? That we talk to humans face to face.. you know, talking to a person you can touch as opposed to babble to people you may not know, you can not see...
People who may be predators, scammers, tricksters....?
One.. just One
I met Kris when he was in his deep twenties. He was good looking, he was bright he had a life. A whole life.
He left Yard, went to 'foreign' got married and came back a couple of years ago.
If you would have told me that this is what he'd look like today, if this is how he would behave today, I would probably slap you.
Today, he is so grotesque that if I posted his Facebook picture, the one he puts up there for the world to see, children would run screaming from the room.
That is the least of it.
Every day he makes at least fifty posts to Facebook. Fifty repulsive little opinions, ideas, and has a view of the world which could keep analysts busy.
I suggested since he has so much time that he join a writing site. At the time I suggested it, [over a year ago] there were a number of sites which paid for articles.
He responded; "I don't have time."
He has time to post rubbish on Facebook, post after post after post. If you leave a
comment, he's back at you within five minutes or less.
What does he post about?
I don't read what he posts. Most of it is the kind of wrong headed rubbish a person
who does NOT nor ever has lived in America should refrain from babbling.
To put it simply, "if fish come from river bottom and tell you alligator mouth long, believe him..." meaning if a person is standing on Roosevelt Avenue in New York sees ICE picking up people, and sends an image and her words, you can believe her.
If a guy living in some rural area of Westmoreland pontificates ,well, 'when faight de tawk, like your pipe', [when a fool talks, ignore him.]
As Bad as
As ridiculous as Kris has become, his safety is not in much jeopardy. He lives way out in the most western parish in a rural district where if hired mercenaries went to kill him they would be more likely to;
a] break a leg stepping in a pothole
b] fall off a hill
c] get bitten up by dogs
d] be robbed/raped/murdered
than they would finding and silencing him.
Not so a few others who live in 1st World countries which have actual street addresses who publish photos of their houses, cars, children.
One can 'friend' people and find out;
a] what schools their children go to
b] when they are taking vacations
c] all the lovely appliances they have in their houses.
Some folks can really friend and find out where the spare key is hidden, what kind of security, if any, they have.
On and on as if receiving a robbery blue print, as well as a pederast's wet dream.
Common Sense is Very Uncommon
I never use my real name. My friends know me by my nick in Real Life. I can find those who don't know my nick by doing a search.
Then I can 'join' their network and they can 'join' mine.
I never post my business.
Politics, social issues, jokes, articles I wrote or enjoyed, I post. Whether I am going shopping at General Foods or Sovereign, I don't post.
If I'm getting a new T.V. or motorcycle, I don't post.
My address? Beyond Jamaica, you won't find it. Where I work? Jamaica. If you don't know the wheres you don't know me. And I don't know you.
A name, an image, doesn't catch me. If I have dinner with you, I know what you look like, sound like. If I haven't had dinner with you, well, you don't need to know more about me than the few comments I make on Facebook.
