So, yawannaknow what it takes for me to bother to figure out how to unfriend somebody on Facebook?
It ain't easy.
No, kittens, it's OK. Feel free to repeat FOX News talking points and blather on about socialism and commies and how this country's turning into a totalitarian state. Whatever.
Go ahead. Rant about Obama wanting to "screw the working people" to give healthcare to "people who've never worked a day in their life" and "Mexicans" too.
Hell, I have plenty of high school friends who've become stark raving conservatives, and while I may choose to skip reading their status updates when they're on about God and such, it's mostly cool. For the most part I can deal.
That stops, however, when you conclude your anti-national-healthcare rant with a line like this.
"If 13 black guys can't run a White Castle, how can one black guy run the White House?"
So, after I picked my jaw up off the floor and left a "WOW. Just wow." comment, I went scurrying to find "Unfriend" instructions. And thusly, within 90 seconds, I removed the deep thinker from my Friends list. (I remember him fondly from High School, but obviously that sweet sixteen-year-old is long dead and rotting inside a cretinous walking meatcorpse. Nothing else would actually compose and publish a comment like that for all the world to see. [shiver])
- Can anybody explain to me what in the hell that even means? Is there some kind of African-American White Castle Management Scandal brewing in Peoria (or somewhere in the endless godforsaken cornfields and silo towns that surround it)? Is this a piece of news that somehow escaped the notice of those of us who don't live in The Great Flyover anymore?
- Really? There are people in this country who think this way and say it out loud with total, blissful lack of self-consciousness? And we aren't allowed to lobotomize or deport them?
- Facebook is supposed to be fun. When my stomach starts churning, you're outta there, bucko.
Which all reminds me of the day a few years back when I got an email from a former coworker who'd dropped off the map for a few years.
We'd been goofy pals in the mid-nineties at a big consulting firm. When I moved on and he wanted out too, I got him into an admin assistant spot at the American Medical Association. Funny guy. Used to come into work a little too hung-over to be productive some mornings, but otherwise? Rog was OK.
So, a couple of years later I heard he'd failed to show up for work (I was already elsewhere) for several weeks. "Huh," thinks I. "That's a little weird." And he never showed up again.
I didn't hear the upshot of the story until he reached out via email sometime in the mid-2000s.
Turns out he couldn't make it to work because he was, you know, in jail. Arrested for vandalism; he was flypapering his South-of-Chicago town with neo-nazi propaganda.
Again, after picking up my jaw off the floor, I traded just a couple more emails with him, along the lines of "WTF? Have you always been a screaming racist, or is this just something you grew into?"
He attempted to convince me he was still the "same old Roger" I'd always known.
Except the Same Old Roger I'd always (thought I'd) known wouldn't have thought, let alone written, this:Basically I am not just a National Socialist. I’m a student, an animal lover, I appreciate music (even by negros!) and art (not by negros). I make people laugh. I wake up in the morning and feel great, and despite what I see as our countries shortcomings, see things as being “doable” for now. I am not rude to minorities, even Jews (that’s counterproductive and somewhat unfair at the moment.) To judge me, by my politics, and only those things, is very short sighted (and terrifying that someone could even do that) when I’m comprised of so much more than these politics of mine. It just bespeaks of a lack of wisdom.
. . .
Call me unwise.
But if you're an unapologetic racist, I'm still blasting your ass out of my life. Cyber- and otherwise.