I shut off a Facebook account several years ago. I didn’t like having my data “mined” and sold to advertisers so they could harass me more efficiently. Plus Facebook is the medium for tens of thousands of crimes every year ranging from theft to bullying to rape to murder. For example, more than 12,300 Facebook-enabled crimes were logged in Britain in 2011. I don’t need to be part of those statistics.
I miskeyed a user ID recently and somehow wound up on Facebook, in a still-existing-and-now-just-reactivated account. I was appalled at my stupidity, and at the fact that the account was still there, several years after I had shut it off. I deactivated it again, immediately. But it reminded me of the truism that “the Internet never forgets.” Especially Facebook.
Facebook can’t die quickly enough for me. Nor can Mark Zuckerberg, Facebook’s inventor and liberal Jewish billionaire who funds stupid ideas like unlimited H1-B visas for importing cheap IT labor, dumbing down American public education with Common Core, and gun control. Facebook’s growth is tapering off, a precursor to its inevitable decline and death. But it’s still very much alive at the moment, and it very much wants to get its tentacles into you.
Don’t let it. You’ll be sorry if you do.
Darling wife is unhappy. Her favorite tape cassette with this song on it just broke.
A tape cassette. How quaint. I’ll search for another to replace it. Unless I can find a 78 rpm record version that I can play on the Victrola in the parlor. Or perhaps an Edison wax cylinder.
Meanwhile here’s a digital version.
Interesting – now we know names belonging to the gaming press’ Journolist cabal. These people collude to decide which games to promote and which ones to deride – or to completely ignore.
But you’ve already stopped reading gaming press, if you ever read it in the first place. Because you can’t believe anything they say.
I think this is one of my favorite songs ever. The lyrics are fine, but the string octet playing a minor tune vigorously is the clincher.
Apparently there was a real Eleanor Rigby, a Liverpool scullery maid who died in 1939 at age 44. Interesting.
I love music that has samples of great speeches or movies. And I love swing. So there’s a lovely convergence of things in this tune. This one features clips from “Orchestra Wives” (1942), which features Glenn Miller and his orchestra.
To no one’s great surprise, not only was lamestream journalism discovered to be infested by a not-so-secret cabal of liberal journalists who controlled the news (and who still do using similar mechanisms), it turns out that the “gaming press” of video game journalists is infested with the exact same cabal.
This reinforces the fact that whenever you hear the same point of view (often expressed in the same words) in more than one place in print, online, or on television or radio, you can be reasonably certain that that point of view was concocted and distributed by liberals who are attempting to brainwash you into “thinking correctly.” And you should therefore dismiss their message out of hand.
The same goes for news blackouts. Have you heard the latest about the IRS investigation and the Democrats’ continuing efforts to sabotage it? Or the State Department purging Benghazi documents to avoid making then-Secretary of State Hillary Clinton look bad? You probably haven’t. That’s because the lamestream media agreed not to talk about those issues, because they make the current administration look incompetent at best and absolutely corrupt at worst.
Common news memes, or the complete absence of news stories you already know about, are both indicators of the presence of pervasive journalist-controlled propaganda.
Don’t trust any of them. But then, you probably already knew that.
A younger relative (different clone batch) is suffering through a separation and eventual divorce from his partner. He caused the separation with his ugly behavior, I think, but that’s not the issue. The issue is that, in the absence of his original partner, he has taken up with another. This new one is warm, pleasant, intelligent, and much easier to be around than the original.
I heard through backchannels that said relative is missing his original partner and wants her back. This is disappointing, because I find the replacement preferable to the original. It also indicates that said relative is merely using the replacement as a relationship of convenience. Which would be fine, if the replacement knows that. I’m not sure that she does. Plus, the very concept of a relationship of convenience (or “friends with benefits”) is repulsive to me. It’s difficult for me to be around people as it is. I can’t imagine choosing to be around someone, especially engaging in sex with them, merely because I didn’t want to be alone. Then again, I can’t imagine not liking solitude.
In the end, it’s not my problem. I don’t have to interact with either of relative’s partners if I don’t want to.
But if I have to, I have my preferences as to which.