Attica, Attica, Attica

On Tuesday I was released from Facebook jail. It had been ten days since I was booted off the platform. For unknown reasons. And while I like to think Facebook friends were agog about my sudden disappearance, I'm 67 years old and now know the world does not revolve around me or my never ending stream of Trump meme's.

The fact is, the detox did me good. In the same way my waterlogged iPhone did me good while on a recent vacation in Costa Rica. If you haven't watched the Social Dilemma, a documentary about the deleterious effects of social media, I suggest you bump that up on your To View list.

While pacing the cell of Facebook Jail, I was also looking at another possible indictment from the good folks on LinkedIn. I awoke Monday morning and found a plethora of notifications from their Thought Patrol. 

Either some disgruntled Red Hat who I had checkmated with facts and logic had reported me or their increasing use of AI to hunt down violators of the their very fluid Community Standards had been scraping my posts and comments. 

Sometimes from many years back.

You can call me delusional or paranoid or an egotistical combination of both, but it appears I've attracted undue attention due to my anti-Trump fervor. Which isn't all that surprising given his agenda is now fueled by his puppeteer billionaire technocrats running this Matrix-like arena; I'm looking at you Bezos, Zuckerberg, Thiel, Garvin and the KetaMusk.

You might be wondering, as I was, what triggered the Facebook incarceration. I know I was. 

The last post I remember was a stock photo of toe tagged cadaver. It was close cropped on the feet. And the tag was completely blank. Moreover, I simply posted the photo with no words or captions. I left the interpretation solely up to my astute Facebook friends, who did not disappoint.

Odd that this would trigger such a harsh response, particularly considering that on their sister platform, Instagram, you can search for toe tags and find hundreds of corpse postings of a similar (sometimes much more gruesome) nature.

I won't belabor the point, suffice it to say, I will be more careful. And I will think twice about what and where I spew my anti-Trump vitriol. I suppose this is a good time to quote Mark Twain who famously said, "I would have written a shorter letter if I had more time."

I'll also be taking this opportunity to reduce my RoundSeventeen output from 4 days a week to 3. 

My British dual citizenship cannot come fast enough.