On Tue, 11 May 2021 17:10:21 +0100, "p-0''0-h the cat (coder)"
<super...@fluffyunderbelly.invalid> wrote:
>Behold a peasant who can see little further than his own life choices.
"The honeypot group has been suspended [from facebook] - because while
they say their intentions are good, the group does contain posts
pushing falsehoods [i.e.,] technically breaches the company's rules.
[Honeypot is] appealing the decision. And they plan to keep using
their methods to help people ...".
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Not without several instances provided by workers and what they claim
working within Facebook is like: Mark, faced with issues and
pressure, turns into a cultist. The quintessential quiver of an
underlying weak-chinned pout, and a tearful pansy threatening to all
hell before gushing a full-blown bratrant. Believe me, (because, as
he once said:), 'people are sooo fucking stupid', (how, of course, can
they will themselves otherwise). Perhaps a suitable article, in any
event, at least for the BBC. A perfectly tossed salad of
Scientologists, a liberal dosage of antivirus cultist MacAfee, the
Honorable Reverend Jim Jones for coolaid dressing, Branch Davidians
crackers in the Heat of Rights to Carry, day-tripper Timothy McVeigh
shakin-bacon chips, and the musical genius of Charles Manson for a
glass of redwhine.
All softly accountable, with tracked nametags, as you will, softly
moderated for whimpering and coddled
More moderation, may I pass? Some people psychically do dress up to
appear rather control freaks. Small wonders granted. Pick a country,
even without DreamGates' blackhole in everyroom;- when wasn't
propaganda expediently politic? Does a Pope shit in the woods?
Recall Romans, like it was yesterday, shitting their pants in masse
when Caesar first sighted Britain. They were living in tribal nuclear
units then, no marriages, whoever gets knackered, by whomever,
accepted in due, as if in some Platonic communist dream -- an
extension to a shared fatherhood, dispersed maternal care;- Neoliths
on chariot wheels, Rousseauian savagery, a couple fastest runners
festooned aside for flanking maneuverers. Corporate stock on
squeezable shitpaper had went through the roof then, and Caesar had to
quickly act to protect his affiliated lobbyists' interest for
fund-raising activities, he'd already leveraged exorbitantly to borrow
upon, to surface in time for air within a light no less favorable than
bearing suitable gifts before a grand plan to rule the world once and
for all.
Yeah, yeah. . . .The last social media platform you'll every be on
for the last OS you'll ever own, and a big soft towel to wipe my
creamy butt until duly worn through and through.