Friday, 9 March 2018

Leaving Facebook

A few weeks ago I left Fakebook permanently and forever.

This was not a spur of the moment decision. This was a decision I had been mulling for a long time, and delayed, I believe, for far too long already.

Here is why I left.

I had had enough.

I had had enough of the drama queens, who think every moment of their existence is worth shouting out to the world. I had had enough of the liberals and their “Russiagate”, their anti-Putin rants, and their rainbow flagwagging. I had had enough of the “transgender activists”, the “gay rights” rubbish, and the neurotics who validate their existence by how obsessively they use Zuckerberg’s site.

I had had enough of pretending, even by my silence, that I give a damn about homosexuals or “transgender” people, or breeders who pretend that not spawning is somehow selfish and anti-human. I had had enough of Jew-hating Holocaust deniers, zionazi-supporting fascist vermin, Islamomisiac racists, Modifellating Bhaktonazis, and the rest of them.

And I had had enough of Amerikastanis. Back in 2003, when Bush invaded Iraq, I had made a statement that went like this: “If you are an American citizen, and you do not go out of your way to explicitly prove that you are opposed to the warmongering policies of your government, you are a war crimes enabler and a war criminal as far as I am concerned.” That was after 90% of American citizens had approved Bush’s declared “crusade” against the world in 2001.

Think about that a moment. 90% of American citizens supported a war of aggression without end, against people who had done them no harm.

There is no forgiveness for this.

Oh, I tried. Over the next few years I deluded myself into the mistaken belief that only the government and the media of America are corrupt and evil, and that the basic American has the same redeeming qualities as anyone else. That idea began to die when the blood soaked war criminal George W Bush left office to be replaced by the even more vile blood-soaked war criminal Barack Hussein Obama – and the very same Americans (people whom I had known for years) suddenly traded their opposition to war carried out by the Shrub for enthusiastic approbation of war carried out by the Mulatto Messiah with the Nobel Peace Prize.

Still, I hung on. I hung on until the Amerikastani 2016 election and its aftermath (which is still dragging on to this day). I hung on to see the same Amerikastani liberals who allegedly opposed American wars proudly pose with their spawn in uniform; I saw them become cheerleaders for the same FBI and CIA which they had been shrilly condemning a decade earlier. I saw people who spent their time hating everything about Trump either stay completely and deafeningly silent on his wars abroad, or attacking him because he simply wasn’t doing enough killing.

I repeat – these were the very same people.

And I had had enough.

Finally, I have gone right back to my position in 2003, which I now am fully convinced was essentially correct: “If you are an American citizen, and you do not go out of your way to explicitly prove that you are opposed to the warmongering policies of your government, you are a war crimes enabler and a war criminal as far as I am concerned.” I would however add one extra phrase: "... irrespective of the party in power in your country" after "policies of your government."

I do not intend to be fooled again.

Telling them this was, and is, pointless. Amerikastanis think they know everything already. As President Putin said recently, after unveiling Russia’s new missiles, Russia had been begging Amerikastan for years to understand that the current path led down to nothing except dangerous confrontation, but Warshington would not listen. “So listen now.”

They did not listen to him, either. Putin doesn’t really have an option; as a national leader, he has to deal with Amerikastanis. But I don’t.

This was another major reason why I left; I wanted to limit my exposure to Amerikastanis as much as I could. It was essential for managing my own stress levels, on top of everything else. On other social media I use, I interact either with relatively few Americans (who are not Amerikastanis, but thinking humans) or where politics are not discussed, like on the comic satire blog on the left of this page.

Then there was Fakebook itself.

What is Fakebook?

First, it is a tool of enslavement. Fakebook is like a drug; it drip feeds you “likes” in an effort to make you a neurotic whose self-worth is measured in those likes, and who therefore keeps trying to get more. In order to get those, of course, one has to fit in with the tastes of one’s contacts (Fakebook keeps suggesting an ever expanding list of contacts) and so you find yourself conforming to whatever propaganda Zuckerberg decides you should believe. And he censors the rest.

This censorship is both direct and indirect. Fakebook direct, or overt, censorship is crude and highly visible. Links from RT or other non-Amerikastani or NATO-controlled media disappear quickly; I once had a link from RT vanish within thirty seconds of posting it, while one from the CIA-controlled Washington Post on the very same topic, saying the same thing, stayed intact. That’s obviously to compel adherence to the War Party line, as is the arbitrary banning of (invariably pro-Russia and pro-Syria) users for any or no reason whatever.

The indirect, covert, censorship is much less well known, and that is the one that makes a lot of money for Zuckerberg. You may miss this fact, but Fakebook has no content. None. It’s like an empty building. All the content is provided by users, and all of it is free of cost to Zuckerberg. He just has to make money from it.

And he does it by quite simple means. You have a page on Fakebook where you want to post your music, or art, or writing, or anything that you want the world outside your contacts to see? Fine, you can do long as you pay Zuckerberg to promote it. If you don’t, said page might as well not exist as far as 99.99999999% of Fakebookers are concerned; they’ll never see it.

Then there are the adverts. Fakebook keeps trying to mine data, endlessly, so that it can tailor adverts to you. Any of the “games” your idiot friends keep trying to get you to play aren’t games; they’re tools to get information about you so that advertisers can hit you with their lies. And, of course, the data also goes to the CIA. Of course it does.

I was sick of the attempts to brainwash me into a neurotic zombie spending every waking hour making money for Zuckerberg. I was sick of the censorship. I was sick of the “promoted material” being pushed on me.

This was although I was using far less than all the tools Fakebook kept trying to push on me. I did not download the Fakebook App. I refused to use Fakebook Messenger or Fakebook Lite. I did not play any games. I disabled all text messages and emails from Fakebook. And still it was far too much to tolerate.

So I quit.

Even quitting wasn’t easy. Fakebook makes it as hard as possible. The site only gives you, from the site itself, an option to deactivate your account, meaning it’s still there, and any time you sign in it gets activated again. There is a way to permanently delete your account, but you would never know it from Fakebook. Google “How to delete my Facebook account permanently”, and you will find a link on this page. From it you can apply to have your Fakebook account deleted. But you would never know it from the main Fakebook site. Even then I had to wait two weeks before they wiped my Fakebook permanently.

How do I feel now that I am without Fakebook? Do I miss anybody? Do I have any withdrawal symptoms? No and no. As I said in a farewell message I put up before I left, those who were interested would know where else on the net to find me already. Those who didn’t know weren’t interested. And I am far from surprised to find that just one single person followed me to my alternative sites, no matter how much many of them pretended sorrow (or, a sad emoticon, :( ,because writing a line is too hard and taxing on the attention span) at my leaving Fakebook. Just one, who left one message for me on VKontakte and stopped being active there. The rest of those who are still connected to me on alternate sites were already connected.

I am still writing my novel, and I am still drawing cartoons, and I have some more peace of mind since I freed myself from Zuckerberg’s shackles. If you think you should, too, you know what to do.

Goodbye, Fakebook, won’t ever be back, won’t miss you.


  1. I don't want to be on any social media, Bill. Once I've left facebook, that'll be it for the same reasons you describe above. So I'll just follow you here, if you don't mind?๐Ÿ˜Š


  2. Congrats on this, Bill. I have thought about getting off but haven't managed to do so.

    The thing is, the fb account I actually check isn't even the name I use online anymore - and yet it drives 1/3 of my traffic to my blog, making it a big sacrifice to give it up.

    My "real" account is how I keep up with my family.

    But I don't engage on political topics on either account. Ever.

    You've still given me a blueprint for how to leave. So thanks...

  3. I want to leave the planet, fk this shit. Sick of western trash murdering children w impunity.

  4. Bill,
    Well, you stuck with farcebook way longer than I did. About 10 years ago, just about everybody I know in this area of 'Merikkka was telling me how I just "had to get on farcebook". Ok, so after 2 months of getting this message multiple times per day I opened an account there. I soon found out that anything I posted to farcebook belongs to farcebook. If I post a photo I took at the drag races, they could use MY photo to make money and I'd get nada, zip, zero. Well, screw that shit! I have a photo site that I even had on business cards I handed out to any who asked me about my photos at the race track. Anybody can go to that site and view all the photos I posted there for free. Hell, they can even order prints from the site and I used the base rate that the site had when I joined it. I have the option of raising the prices, but I'd rather share my work for free or at a very minimal cost. I've even sent photos of some racers to them as email attachments for free. I was just so happy they liked my work and hell, I'm an old, broken down Vietnam war vet who despises the gummint of 'Merikkka. You know how much I despise that gang of crooks as you have read my blogs over the years. And yet, I Am a war criminal. Yes, during my time in that damn fool Vietnam war I killed other human beings, directly and indirectly. I have to live with this truth. As my life comes to its final ending, I think back on many things, no, I have no regrets. Do I wish I'd done some things differently? Oh hell yes! I could have gone to Canada and then maybe Sweden instead of enlisting in the Marines. Of course I'd never have been able to talk to dad after that. Well, maybe he would have seen my view point in time. He was against the Vietnam war before I went to it, and was even more against it after I got there. He was a WW2 vet, but didn't see combat. Lucky Dad. He told me, he'd fought WW2 so I would not have to go to war. Dad had his own vision of what should be. Too bad his vision needed corrective glasses.
    Yeah, farcebook can be highly addictive. It may be useful for keeping in touch with family, but I have no immediate family, not blood relations, except for some cousins I've not seen in over 40 years. My wife has farcebook and uses it to stay in touch with her kids/grandkids and great grandkids. I just don't let her post any of my photos of racers, machinery, old steam trains or other photos I take. I DO let her post any or all the photos I take of her and her family. Those photos never get posted to my photo site.
    Farcebook, it could have been a neat thing, but Zuckerberg is not the sort I'd trust. Glad I quit it after less than 3 months of starting an account with them. Oh, I got so many friends requests from people I didn't know. They knew somebody, who knew somebody, who knew somebody, who was friends with me. It was like they all had score cards, the winner was the one who had the largest number of "friends". Yeah, I put the word friends in quotes as nobody can have 5,000 friends. Hell, I don't even know 500 people and not all of them are my friends. LOL, most I'd never allow in my apartment.

  5. Congrats!! I was on Facebook for a year and left! "All those people who said they would miss me, didn't even bother coming to my blog!"!!! I have to say, I have never seen so much porn in my life in one spot and I wasn't even looking for it! LOL!
    I am so happy I left! I waisted so many hours on there. I saw a program, after I left, about a guy who left Facebook and wanted all the information they had on him. Even though he deleted all his information, he got files, after files and Facebook say they keep your information for 20 years??? Holy shit! There was some other things too and it was horrible!! So happy I left!
    (I was told to go there for my art and it did nothing for me!)

  6. I seem to recall you writing in defense of homosexuals somewhere on the blog - has your opinion changed?

    1. No, I am just tired of "homosexual rights"being used as an excuse to defend and support rainbow flagwagging war criminals like Barack Hussein Obama and Justin Trudeau. Besides, liberals are so evil and hypocritical that I have become automatically against anything that they support, just on principle.

  7. I pretty much agree with the comments. Every New York Times reporter was writing, back in 2004, that everyone had to get on Facebook. I hoped to find some people I'd lost track of. So I joined.

    Facebook was started to be a way for Harvard students to hook up, and they didn't want any riff-raff. But then Zuckerberg, hired to be the programmer, took it over, took over all the rights, and made it available to all university students, anyone with an e-mail that was .edu

    Then it was open to anyone with any e-mail. But one could only search those at one's own company. New York Times reporters could find and chat with all their friends at the New York Times. It was also possible to hook up with someone from another organisation, if they'd give you their Facebook ID (not searchable back then). So useless for finding lost acquaintances, and I killed my account (which was far too intrusive). After Facebook allowed all users to see all other users and apply to be friends, I'd heard too much about just how intrusive it was, how it spied on all users and sold all their data, and I had no intention of creating another account (and making Zuckerberg even richer).


  8. An apology for Americans

    When I was growing up, every schoolbook, every newspaper, every magazine, every TV programme said it was obvious and irrefutably proven that the US of A was the Greatest Force for Good in the World. (The London Economist still prints this, as do all US textbooks and the US/UK/EU MSM.)

    Those who watch the Russian and Iranian and Chinese propaganda channels get a very different view, with hard evidence and facts to back it up, all denounced as propaganda and lies by the entire US/UK/EU MSM.

    So who would one believe? The New York Times with thousands of unbiased, fair, reporters (since the US guarantees a free press), or the Russian/Persian/Chinese propaganda channels? Didn't the New York Times reveal the attack by the North Vietnamese on a US Navy fleet in international waters, a casus belli as compelling as Pearl Harbor that completely justified everything Johnson did? And didn't it condemn Nixon's lie about that attack as his justification for starting an illegal war? And didn't it write that their reporters had verified Saddam's WMD? And doesn't it continue to write that the US transformed Iraq and Libya from impoverished, brutal dictatorships and state sponsors of terror into peaceful and prosperous democracies whose citizens are eternally grateful to the US for their liberation (or, at least, they should be)?

    How could one possibly doubt the New York Times?


  9. A boring Welsh house husband here...I'm intrigued


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