Friend Freedom on Facebook

Facebook. What an obscene monster.

Since the function of FB is simple gossip, excuse me, "social networking" ( rather than software serving in the capacity of a tool such as Excel or Autocadd or Fortran v10^6), they do not actually market a product, but rather compete with any number of other social contact sites: churches, clubs, campuses, bars, anywhere people might congregate to socialize. That FB exists as a club in the pixel forest does not negate the fact that those who populate that club are already citizens of their respective nations and pursuant to their prime citizenship are guaranteed certain rights, including the right to expect their nation defend them against any who might attempt to negate those rights by force or fraud, by deception or manipulation while they are within their own territorial borders.

The point of attack is to set into juris prudence that the rights of citizenship are defined according to a person's physical location, setting events within the pixel forest as no different than those experienced in any other part of the land. In essence, acknowledge that FB's terms of service will stand as the law of Facebook-land, but that since Facebook-land exists within the territorial borders of (substitute your particular land) the United States the Constitution demands several things: that Facebook-land is subservient in all regards to the Federal Government of the United States; that the law of Facebook-land is subservient to and must in practice fully comply with the rights and freedoms guaranteed under the Constitution of the United States to it's citizens; that if Facebook-land wishes to peacefully coexist then Facebook-land assumes the burden of proving compliance to the terms specified above, or risks being considered an alien invader preying upon the citizens of the nation and open to being physically attacked by any or all elements of the military acting in defense of the land.

But that's not likely to happen. Wake up, people. FACEBOOK IS A BUSHITE THING, a brilliant end-run around the fourth amendment to the Constitution (no need for illegal searches when the fools will put anything and everything you might ever want to know concerning the state of their lives on the internet where The Gestapo, excuse me again, the DEPARTMENT of HOMELAND SECURITY [a fully owned subsidiary of Halliburton Corporation under contract to the Federal Government] is both able* and fully allowed to monitor every transmission searching for "terrorists"), and equally is the absolute perfect medium and method for harnessing and controlling "group think" as it is called as a fully controlled and incredibly effective propaganda method. If you never write a letter snail mail, if you haven't spent any face time sharing air how do you know that your friend from fourth grade who lives half way across the nation actually said what you read in a post with his name on it? How does he know that you actually said what he read the same day?

Ya'll read Orwell and Huxley just like I did. Can't you recognize what they were talking about when it just deleted your artwork because it didn't meet their "terms of service?"


*just like people have no real concept of the power involved with nuclear weapons they have no real idea the power in the truly big computers, those bad boy Cray's the govt. runs, nor do they have any idea how effectively code written from the test scores involved with modern psychology bastardized could sift the entire content of internet traffic for any attitude desired or proscribed, nor did they connect the dots when in the late '90's the www2 was created allowing the entire internet to be echoed with one bit flip into the domain of those Crays. Hi, ya'll... I want a tall boy Budweiser, a foot long submarine on Italian bread, hold the olives, and two sides of 'tator salad to go with it. All I ask is that the assassin you send to get me is a good shot intent on making it a clean kill. Thanks.

Teddy Bears and the Good Woman Blues

I make no bones about it, I am a dirty old man. I like looking at pretty women without their clothes on. I like it when they portray passion for me, some longing so deep there simply is no substitute for the lover they dream of, somehow it is a reinforcement of the idea and ideal of fidelity between hearts. But almost as much as I enjoy my little touch of voyeurism I enjoy watching how others respond to the same subject, the same stimulus. There is a great deal to be learned about people, individual and culture alike, by what they find attractive where the sexual meets the social in the realms of the erotic.

It never fails to amaze me how many different things end up getting set into that realm, how many things really totally unrelated somehow find representation there. It is also such a comment on our society how much the spectators often reveal of themselves to no more of a prompt than a pretty girl willing to forego physical modesty and be undressed in the sight of others. It says how much is locked away behind some outer covering, be that covering cloth or conventions of silence and propriety.

Often enough what emerges out from under those covers is cause for a chuckle, as often as not at myself as well, and in truth I've learned a good amount about myself from dissecting some of those chuckles. Other times what emerges can set such a poignancy, put a deep touch on things far more a matter of the common humanity than anything from the playful and risqué. One time in particular has stayed in my thought, a time my muse was being 'mother' to one bunch of her boys, a rainy day mother entertaining her kids in the house. For the final fifteen, twenty minutes of a two hour show she'd had probably twenty guys, grown men all, fawning at her feet behaving like spoiled little boys trying to out-do each other to win favor from the momma figure she was portraying. The subject was her collection of teddy bears, she was filling time by taking them down off the shelf one by one to show them to the camera, and the boys were competing by trying to remember each bear, its name and when acquired, trying to demonstrate their devotion with the details.

It came time for the end of the show, the traditional bye-byes had been said. It appeared she was reaching to cut the feed and end the broadcast… but she missed, or the command didn't take… the video stayed on for another couple of seconds before she realized she was still broadcasting. What came onto her face, when she thought she'd restored her privacy, was shocking. Not a shock of vulgarity or anger, it was the shock of seeing something you might have hoped for, but not expected. I saw her wearing all the signs of a case of the good woman blues, that sad little smile that turns down just a bit at the corners, the soft shake of the head. For those few seconds it was so clear, so unmistakable. If it was deliberate, an act, then she deserves an Oscar. It was just hanging there in ten foot neon to be read by anyone willing to suffer with understanding what they saw.

…What am I to do with this? They are so lonely, so desperate. They ask after everything, anything really, they memorize the names of my teddy bears. What am I to do with this, what can I do with this? They memorize the names of my teddy bears…



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