It’s like finding out that your favorite malt shop is really
making its money by selling heroin to teenagers outside the back door.
It’s like finding out the quaint bookstore on the town square
is connected to a large building where the same owners who would sell you the
works of Kurt Vonnegut Jr. also offer teenaged prostitutes to wealthy old men.
It’s like finding that a charming small-venue music hall puts
on dog-fights out back for selected customers.
I’m talking of course about what we’re finding out about
Facebook. Sad and scary don’t begin to describe the feelings. How can something
that has offered so many wonderful opportunities to make contact with, and
maintain contact with, old friends and forgotten acquaintances be actively engaged
in offering help and succor to those who hate and would destroy our country?
It’s like finding out that Mr. Rogers was buying opium from Afghanistan and reselling it in the neighborhood.
In a sense, America just struck the tip of the terrible iceberg
called “Citizens United.” President Barack Obama tried to warn us. Supreme
Court Justice Samuel Alito mocked him on national TV for his warning. “Corporations
are people,” he said. “Get used to it, boy!”
Now we see one of the world’s richest computer nerds evading the issue of how Facebook enabled foreign governments and domestic
terrorists to poison an American presidential election. He says maybe we will
do something about it. Maybe we won’t. Maybe after the next election. Maybe
not.
Get used to it, he implies, strutting around like El Duce. Corporations, he suggests, cannot
make decisions, they are too complex and multifaceted. Besides, we haven’t the
technology yet to create a fully operational soul within a corporation.
But they are supposed to be human, we say. The Supreme Court
of the United States of American said so. Where is their soul?
Unrestrained greed is their soul.
What to do? I seriously don’t know. Should we give up
something that has given us so much pleasure?
It’s like finding out that having sex can make you die.
Oh wait, never mind.
I’ll curtail my FB use while I think about it. Meanwhile, I
sure as hell won’t buy anything advertised on it. I'm becoming a celibate capitalist and, I’m changing my metaphor.
Meet the new me, a 21-year old home-schooled libertarian who
believes that a no-government model of administration, similar to that in effect
in Somalia, is the ideal form as envisioned by my Guiding Goddess Ayn Rand.
I’m deeply religious and I tithe to my church, the NRA.
My greatest dream in life is to shoot to death the last
surviving member of a vanishing species.
I want our country to have the world’s largest military
machine and the world’s most elaborate transportation system (for the delivery
of internet sales only). I will never support a politician who believes in
exacting taxes for the support of government. I’m with the “no taxes, no
time, nowhere, for no purpose” crowd. If we need money, borrow it from the Chinese
until we get ready to “nuke” them.
I think the Galilean was a little squishy and don’t care
much for him, but I like what Paul (of Paul and Timothy) said about queers. And
I worry about killing them babies before they are old enough to join the
military.
I don’t like anyone who isn’t a white Christian. Kill them
all, I say, maybe keep all the young girls.
I don’t read, and my entire knowledge base derives from Fox
News, can’t you tell?
Now, Mark Elliot Zuckerberg, sell that information to Vladimir
Putin with my blessings and enjoy your profits.
It’ll be like finding out your favorite target has just
voted to get rid of your best pals’ sorry asses.
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