bullied on facebook or by facebook?

Well hi everyone, today is Friday.  Are you new to visiting my blog? I don’t have that many blog visitors to my knowledge but maybe some of my facebook friends stumble upon it sometimes.  Yesterday I posted a photo on facebook of a hawk that is nice to me near my apartment.  It tries to communicate with me and flies near me on purpose.  The geese there sometimes aren’t friendly, which makes it even more unusual because it is not just a case of me being like St. Francis or something.  It is like very specific socializing like with humans. 

Anyway when I posted it, one of my friends sent a secret code in the comments to other political people on my feed, telling them to see a post I posted about my friend who died.  Then I saw a very rude and disturbing post about censorship by another one of my friends who I don’t know that well but who had once sent a friend request that I think was actually a new type of ad from facebook.  That is kind of depressing because I feel a little bit bullied, and might have to defriend a college friend who I have known for twenty years. People did that stuff a lot to me last year, and I know I have about a hundred facebook friends who have chosen consistent political betrayal to harass me.  It is interesting because supposedly the main evangelical crime against everyone was like a false friendship using people for conversion stats but I would say this new betrayal in the other direction is much worse yet not that much different for people trying to accuse us of stuff.  I think the glee of it and the momentum from winning an election is somewhat understandable but also a mistake and what we have is a recording of vicious disrespect not unlike what a lot of us have felt from the media for many years.  It is not a new revolution and it is not about mexican children. It is about bored greedy people trying to undo the spiritual work of a lot of good people who did what they were supposed to despite overwhelming resources used against us and the young people we tried to defend.

But I guess at least I have a hawk friend who doesn’t treat me like that. I hope the gargoyles do the same for all of y’all where you are going.

Stop and Shop Forever

Well everyone, today is Thursday, Jan 6. I am just waiting my turn to be beheaded by millennials, if the generation before them doesn’t succeed in ruining their lives to death first. People might say, aren’t you in the generation before them? No, actually. I am a little baby elephant named Peanut.

Anyway, I made some cookies today.  I have a cold of some sort but don’t think it is covid.  I think I got it from being breathed on deliberately from passers by, or possibly from eating off the floor in my apartment.  And I do not know if I will go to the store later for DayQuil or not because I do not want all the grocery store people to beat me at life as essential workers.  

 

I just listened to a sermon from CH Spurgeon about letting names perish for the sake of the eternal name of God. It was a pretty good sermon but what is unclear is how much people have to try for that to happen.  Like it seems that it could happen anyway, so that delusions of martyrdom to add to God’s glory should not be too entertained except for following Christ’s example and teaching.  So that is a topic for further study, or for further facebook advertising to promote certain poetry books with quality that is certainly perishing just as the sermon told.

 

Anyway that is a difficult topic for me to hear about now because I think I have several souls after being split into horcruxes last year like Tom Riddle in the harry potter books.  The fact is that these covid times have been rough on me from people doing it on purpose, and I don’t appreciate it.  No one wants to be found out as Voldemort on Judgement Day, but it is pretty clearly on the horizon for me because of my attitude problems that were provoked on purpose by better Christians.  But I still have hope for living in the real arkham asylum in purgatory, which I now have a lego model of that I built on new years. It confused my resolutions a little bit to now know what to aspire for, but hopefully assembling the corresponding jokerland carnival set later this month will cement my intentions in the right direction. I do like funhouses and clowns, and I think I already know which direction most people I care about are headed for.

“It takes a harem”

 Well everyone, it seems that I am having more hallucinations and I suspect that it is mostly the liberals from the 90s, haunting everyone because they know a new batch of control freaks is lining up to have their heads explode on judgement day. I am thankful for all the people who have turned out to be real friends on my social media feeds.  It is definitely not everyone, and there are religious people trying to reach over me to get to harrassers who do nothing but insult me and campaign at me with their memes that they have been hoarding in an odd but unsurprisingly greedy way starting in the trump years. That is not a fun combo, and neither is the realization that when I run ads to share poetry with a wider audience, it just shares to my friends I already have.  That is because facebook itself Is also dirty, and it is really no longer zuckerberg’s immaturity behind the tricks for more clicks, but savvy algorithm people who will eventually use everyone’s identities to enslave anyone working in America and use artificial intelligence to rule our schedules and force people to either view or be viewed as porn in order to buy food and participate in any commerce whatsoever. In a way, some of the worst of it has already happened voluntarily, which is the tragic harvest of a thirty year media assault from people who paid too much for college where they learned only to crap on the good people dwindling towards the corners.  God intervened in our cultural starvation with an extravagant social media blessing, but the same bullies have tried to take over those channels as well.  I guess that is to finalize God’s plans to call it what it is, like usual throughout history, and destroy all the bad people with one all powerful glance of disgust in a moment very near. People have had plenty of warning, and you can kind of already see the falseness behind a lot of the twitter harassment, which developed in a different pattern than the original social media that was so mitigated with normal good people.   I have futily been looking forward to whenever facebook releases a “facebook classic” edition of facebook, or if myspace ever reboots to claim their origins, or if a new social media site called “Actuals” can ever round up another selection of people who don’t harass me every day like the drug dealers on the way to the grocery store.  Meanwhile, as the people who have seized government power for a few years until people realize in horror what socialism is really about, the country is not just divided into nazis and dem-jerks, but more like an east and west Germany where the bum section blue urban communes expect the prosperous working people to pay for their drug habits and child abuse. Of course I seem so much like one of them because of my disability, but I know that God has better ultimate plans than for me to become a socialism pawn while the potheads try to blur my innocence into their fundraisers to support “people with mind altering experiences,” or worse, “justice involved” peers. The new plan is for clients and patients to be paid either in addition or instead of their social workers and doctors.  Just thought I would go ahead and report that, since my honest intentions to actually work have been found to be too convenient an ambition to not roll through every new system engineered to funnel more money from all the poor cashiers in the south, who will have every condition that either caused these “other” conditions or is from these “conditions” in the first place.  That is part of the blur created on purpose, but true justice from God will be quite the opposite of a cloudy mass state system, and instead an exacting, accurate accounting for every thought and deed, with the ultimate choice of Christ or death being as clear as our world is muddy.