I pulled the plug. It’s not a huge deal, and the first thing I’ll say is thank you Facebook for allowing me to stay in touch with friends and family, reuniting me with old friends, keeping me in the fray to tackle Trumpers and the Q-Anon afflicted (I unfriended most of the Republican friends or family still breathing.), and giving me roughly 45 minutes a day to bloviate, taunt, appeal, and spin merry tales of our progress here on the Vaughndorosa high in the New Mexico rockies.

My motivation for cutting off Facebook was that underneath the benign and silly family stuff, the political parody and the fun, is an underlying sinister strata of the upper echelon of Facebook, an uncaring and divisive platform that is probably one of the major players in the schism in American society. Fomenting hate and division in the name of power and pervasiveness. All this captained by an insulated trillionaire high on his own position on the Asperger’s spectrum, and apparently active in right wing political dabbling and reveling secretly in the provocateur role Facebook is playing in a divided America. Facebook is where I learned that I could say things in comments that I would never say to someone’s face….time. Facebook taught us we could be rude and snotty, and extremely snarky without repercussions, one of which would be a punch in the nose.

I’m not saying my choice is appropriate for everybody on Facebook. I just chose to not participate in the platform any longer and that my data and algorithms are left unharvested. My message to Mark Zuckerberg is to retire and engage in the kind of philanthropy that Bill Gates is doing, before you are arrested and jailed, which would send your autism careening toward a screaming need to self-comfort.. At some point, there will be a revelation, or a second January 6, or a nodal point wherein Facebook augers in, or screws the pooch.

Anyway, I’m here now, and away from the zero sum game of Facebook politics and bickering. I will endeavor to enlighten and entertain. Por supuesto.