This Can’t be Reality

I hate to say I told you so, but…well, actually I enjoy it. I have to work on that. Anyway, guess what’s happening on Facebook?

My friend Mike is a member, and he says Facebook now throttles things he posts and sends messages saying, more or less, that he’s publishing fake news. If he puts up something Facebook doesn’t like, such as a link to a political item, he can see it on his page, but no one who follows him can see it.

Mind you, this is a regular person. He’s not a public figure.

I wonder if his leftist son and daughter-in-law have been reporting him.

He commented on a post about Biden appearing to fall asleep, and Facebook didn’t like what he said, so it sent him a complaint. It turned out he was saying the opposite of what Facebook said he was, but the bot misunderstood, and the bot is judge, jury, and jailer, so its decisions are final.

I’m doing my best to stay out front on the paranoid fringe, but Facebook is always one or two steps ahead of me. They’re even crazier than I claim they are.

I talked to blogger Ed Bonderenka about this tonight, and he says it hasn’t happened to him. My guess is that Mike is getting nailed because he’s popular. He has a ton of fake Facebook friends. Maybe the level of oppression he’s getting is only for people above a certain level of popularity. I’m just guessing.

I feel like I could walk outside and shake hands with Jesus right now. Isn’t he there yet? How long are we going to have to wait? How insane will things get?

I have been slightly ill, but feel better every day. I feel joy inside me, like steam in a locomotive boiler. For the second day in a row, I slung a .22 over my shoulder and walked up and down the property twice. Today it was cool, so it was nicer than yesterday. I wish I could get out and walk to Canada. Better yet, I wish I could sprout wings and fly. I’d do it.

I was so full of joy today, I was walking around the house making loud noises, annoying Marvin. Coronavirus? Shortages? Civil war? I DON’T CARE! I feel great. Please God, let it continue until you extract me from this place. Take me out before trashy, low-IQ leftists who have been in put of charge of the world come to my beautiful farm and tell me they’re taking it and putting me in a government trailer. Don’t let them do me the way they did the Cubans, Russians, Cambodians, Nicaraguans, Venezuelans, and Chinese.

Come get me and THEN let them overrun the place. Give them my money, my tools, all my guns, and my ammunition. Let them wreck it with their dirty, unappreciative, uncomprehending, clumsy looter paws while my wife and I celebrate with you, far away. If they want to use the guns to murder each other, so be it. Just let it happen after we’re gone.

How did we ever get the idea that it was okay for a social media site run by ninnies to censor ANYTHING other than murder threats and pedophilia groups? What right do they have to delete things people say about vaccines and voting machines? It’s not their place. The people who run these companies are nobodies. No one elected them. God didn’t anoint them. They’re a bunch of mush-brained urban kids who hate everything good.

Man, it’s good not to be on Facebook. It will be even better to be off this planet. Lord, just keep me out in the sticks on the sidelines until I get to leave. Don’t let me be here when they show up so I have to bend the knee to a bunch of brainless, sociopathic brats with pink hair and tattoo sleeves.

I find Mike’s sad stories encouraging. If things are really this weird, surely we can’t have long to wait.

I can’t believe how blessed I am. I could be living in San Francisco right now, being ordered around and insulted by every imaginable type of punk and pervert! It would be better to boil in oil. Thank you, God.

For, behold, the Lord, the LORD of hosts, doth take away from Jerusalem and from Judah the stay and the staff, the whole stay of bread, and the whole stay of water,

The mighty man, and the man of war, the judge, and the prophet, and the prudent, and the ancient,

The captain of fifty, and the honourable man, and the counsellor, and the cunning artificer, and the eloquent orator.

And I will give children to be their princes, and babes shall rule over them.

And the people shall be oppressed, every one by another, and every one by his neighbour: the child shall behave himself proudly against the ancient, and the base against the honourable.

When a man shall take hold of his brother of the house of his father, saying, Thou hast clothing, be thou our ruler, and let this ruin be under thy hand:

In that day shall he swear, saying, I will not be an healer; for in my house is neither bread nor clothing: make me not a ruler of the people.

For Jerusalem is ruined, and Judah is fallen: because their tongue and their doings are against the LORD, to provoke the eyes of his glory.

The shew of their countenance doth witness against them; and they declare their sin as Sodom, they hide it not.

Woe unto their soul! for they have rewarded evil unto themselves.

Say ye to the righteous, that it shall be well with him: for they shall eat the fruit of their doings.

Woe unto the wicked! it shall be ill with him: for the reward of his hands shall be given him.

As for my people, children are their oppressors, and women rule over them. O my people, they which lead thee cause thee to err, and destroy the way of thy paths.