On the road

I'm replacing Facebook. I mean, I'm still here. I am addicted. But I don't want to see that blue outline torturing me anymore like a boxload of silicon valley kids raping my eyeballs with their propaganda for profit stream and that big blue highlighted F, fucking my face. God bless you. God bless you Donald Trump. And sir Zuckerberg sir, I only want to play golf with you or go bowling. A threesome?

Mark, I think Trump will dominate us. He always has. I'm just a half Greek, indiginous bastard, raised by wolves in America. I have nothing to share but my own story.

My name is Mud. I've been on the road or at sea since the beginning.  Marko, I'm tired of giving your F-rankenstein my intellectual property for free, in fact I am in debt, as my mental well being has also paid a price for your technology, even though I myself am on a lower wrung of your privileged class and your little lab experiment on all of us has demonstrated the alienation of people from their labors in the name of an unconsciousless class of corporate overlords like maybe nothing before it. And now we are all 2 billion of us, employees of the same company that is ripping us off for our labors.

I am not the only one. 2 billion human beings are the victim of this silicon scam. You have sold us and our data out for profit and you hijacked our government whose regulations could not keep up to protect the citizens from this monopolization of our minds and culture.

I'd suggest figuring out a profit sharing program, maybe upgrade the operating system before somebody puts you on the last rocket to Mars or we do something really dumb like continuing to destroy the living world around us like a bunch of colonizing psychopaths.