Captain’s Log 5,636
Let’s talk about Facebook, shall we? It should not be an arena for people to shock and distress other people. For those who are on my list, you should know who I am well enough to know that I was born with the following tattooed on my forehead.
That should have been my mark. I am kidding about the tattoo part. I don’t really like tattoos. My preference to not like them here in the land of the free and the home of the brave. Thank you, Jesus. Consequently, I don’t have one. It took a huge amount of courage for me to get my pirate earrings in 1987…..but I digress……
In addition to this so-called philosophical “defect,” I was also gifted with a partial third set of teeth. That is a lovely condition called hyperdontia. I had too many teeth and some people don’t have enough. I just can’t win. I guess I should be called a hyperdontic filthy hippie liberal scumball. That’ll show them! But I digress…….
I am amazed when Facebook “friends” flip out and act like you are Satan incarnate when you say something they clearly know you believe. Why should that be so offensively shocking? Everyone knows I am a vegetarian, and everyone knows I NEVER EVER EVER push that on my friends. It’s a spiritual choice that cannot be made for anyone. However, my home is my domain. No meat stored, cooked, or eaten in my house. My house. My rules. I don’t allow smoking of anything in my home. I don’t allow illegal drugs of any sort in my home or anywhere on my property. Once again, my house. My rules. I don’t allow firearms in my home either. My house. My rules.
The same is true for Facebook, and everyone knows that. I will not support the NRA or the Republicans. I will applaud legislation to give rights to everyone. I think paying taxes is my civic duty to support my community. I carry dollars in my car to give to homeless people at stoplights. I never withhold helping them because I think they might buy drugs or alcohol. Giving is not about what they do with the gift. Giving is giving. My spiritual home. My rules. If you don’t like that, keep your damn mouth shut or get out of my car.
I expect miracles and I see them happen every day. Sometimes, I am on the receiving end. Other times, I get to witness. Either one is quite grand.
So when someone carries on like a fool because of something mild and almost tepid I say on Facebook (my Facebook, my editorial choices), I am surprised. To me, that’s like being surprised when your dog comes home with a stick in its mouth. It’s a DOG! We all know that. Dogs do dog things! Filthy liberal hippie scumbags born with extra teeth usually behave like you think they will. They say the things you expect them to say. So when they do, why get mad? Why act like they are surprising you? What a crock of poo!
Truth be told, I am glad that person is gone. I am not saying I want everyone to agree with me about everything, but I want to be respected for the choices I have made. I want my moral code to matter.
I cannot think of anything else to say.