Wednesday, May 11, 2016

Facebook is a very a strange place. I'll fit in well

Strong Facebook fuel
Effective almost immediately, I'm going to begin participating in the silly banter I find each day on Facebook.

If you're a "friend" on Facebook (or even if you're not a "friend" on Facebook), I'm going to start getting more involved in the conversation. I spend sporadic periods of time reading some of this stuff (and other times avoiding this silliness altogether), but now is the time for all of us to come to the aid of our nation.

I may not always be as enlightened, or as high, or as insane as you folks appear, but we'll try to have a good time anyway.

I've often felt that the Internet is a very unique place, because the strength of the Internet is actually the weakness of the Internet. The strength of the Internet is that anyone can have their own opinions and thoughts and share those opinions and thoughts freely.

The weakness of the Internet is that anyone can have their own opinions and thoughts and share those opinions and thoughts freely.

I can't find another place online where this concept is more true than on Facebook. I've kept silent there long enough.

To the ultra-spiritual, get ready for my brand of spirituality. To the wastiods and drunkards, let's talk stupid together. To the disturbed and mentally ill, let's push the envelope of nuttiness and nonsense.

For those wanting to grow their business into empires so massive we can wipe our shiny teeth with cash like rap stars, let's be filthy rich. After all, our daddy owns the cattle on a thousand hills so we have all the money we could ever spend.

See, it's not all negative. Keep in mind, there is quite a bit of good conversation taking place there as well, and I'll occasionally jump in on that also.

I've often avoided Facebook because of the utter silliness I see there, while ignoring the fact that this is an environment I could flourish in. Or be hated in.

Either way, let's rise up like warriors. Don't worry, I'll make sure to enjoy some cervezas (or margaritas in a can) occasionally so I say everything that needs to be said. That's the mark of a real champion. Someone who bites their lip time after time after time, but finally decides to say what is necessary when it's necessary.

I'll start chiming in later tonight. Click here to join me on Facebook.

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