Having endured a couple of days and nights of my neighbours gas-gun birdscarer going off every 15 seconds, 24 hours a day, I have been (understandably, I think, given the circumstances) rather tetchy.
Thus when I mentioned on facebook that I was fantasising about ways in which to harm said neighbour, I thought little of it, and a variety of friends suggested interesting ways in which the errant farmer should meet his demise.
Of course what I hadn’t banked on was the fact that facebook is run by a band of po-faced, humourless americans who wouldn’t know a joke if it was fired up their arse by a gas birdscarer (oops there I go again), and so they have suspended my account.
It is so easy to forget that on the internet, everything is read, scanned, and processed. It may be impossible to please all of the people all of the time, but chances are, you couldn’t please some of the people who decide what is reasonable, any of the time.
And so I am friendless, and without facebook. It doesn’t worry me terribly – what angers me is that the organisation doesn’t have to proffer an explanation, or give a warning. If they don’t like it, you are toast.
I am already adapting to life on my own, and waiting patiently for the behemoth that is google to object to my blog containing ‘threats of violence’. Long may they continue 🙂

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