|Facebook founder & CEO Mark Zuckerberg. Source: Google Images.|
Back in March, I deleted my Facebook account, a move I haven’t regretted in the least.
Mind you, I didn’t deactivate my account; that’s for sissies. Deactivation is for Facebookers who read something so offensive that they need a self-imposed time out to dry their eyes and regain their e-composure.
(Big data research has confirmed that most people who deactivate their Facebook account are touchy-feely California residents who “friended” people in Mississippi – the folks who just want to make America great again.)
I didn’t post any declarations on my homepage, informing my battalion of friends (all 110 of them) that I would be bidding Facebook adieu. No glurgy good-byes, foppish farewells, or “you’ll-miss-me-when-I’m-gone” notes. I left Facebook the same way I entered —quietly.
Man, I deleted. I deleted emphatically. I deleted categorically. I deleted unequivocally. I deleted existentially. I deleted metaphysically. I deleted most definitely. One could say my deletion was a meta-deletion – a deletion by which all other deletions are measured and discussed.
I deleted as in “Are-you-sure-you-wish-to-delete-your-account-permanently?-If-so-click-ok” deleted.
I deleted and lost everything: all of my posts, my friends (even the ones I never met), my stupid iPhone photos, and my off-base thread comments. I deleted my account and faded into Facebook’s wilderness. I’m convinced J.D. Salinger is looking down and smiling at me approvingly.
I deleted like a sonuvabitch.
Indeed, I made my last exit on Facebook. My reasons were many: Facebook is a misunderstanding generator, an inflated ego inflator, and a friendship detonator. I rarely posted stuff about my personal life. My funny posts weren’t always funny. [Cue cricket noises.] And sometimes I got into Facebook arguments with people I haven’t seen or heard from since the Bush Administration – the George H.W. Bush Administration!
Yes, there were many more reasons for my flight from Facebook; far too many to get into in this space. Yesterday, however, Mark Zuckerberg, gave me a reason to never return to that ridiculous site, one that tops all the narcissistic selfies, idiot husband videos, and Why-can’t-a-decent-person-like-me-find-that-special-someone posts that were ever sent up the Facebook flagpole for a salute that never came.
For reasons known only to Zuckerberg, George Soros, Oprah Winfrey, Michael Moore, Whoopi Goldbergand The Clinton Foundation, it seems Facebook has had a penchant for fooling around with the site’s algorithms that determine what’s “trending” on its site. (For those who bought Thriller on LP, trending is a term used on social media sites to designate a topic that receives a significant amount of Internet traffic and is thus listed as such on the homepage, often in a sidebar.)
According to the techie site, Gizmodo, Facebook hired “news curators” to adjust these algorithms, which would suppress trending “news stories of interest to conservative readers.” Several of these news curators also said the company told them to “inject certain topics into the trending list, even if they weren’t popular enough to warrant making the crucial list.”
Said one former contractor, who spoke on the condition of anonymity: “…things would be blacklisted or trending … I’d come on shift and I’d discover that CPAC or Mitt Romney or Glenn Beck or popular conservative topics wouldn’t be trending because either the curator didn’t recognize the news topic or it was like they had a bias against Ted Cruz.”
In short, Little Markie has given his Facebook subscribers political suppression, the coward’s form of censorship.
Apparently, when Facebook wasn’t suppressing conservative news, it was promoting the radical left. “Facebook got a lot of pressure about not having a trending topic for Black Lives Matter,” another anonymous former contractor said. “They realized it was a problem, and they boosted it in the ordering. They gave it preference over other topics.”
The #BlackLivesMatter movement was launched on Facebook in the summer of 2013. Zuckerman has since expressed his support for the movement.
It isn’t news that Zuckerman is a billionaire fanboy of the progressive left. What is news is that he’s apparently their propagandist, too. As a journalist who believes in fairness, that’s enough for me to say goodbye and good riddance to Facebook forever.
And for those of you still caught in Facebook’s web of family, friends, and fifth-degree connections, heed the words of Holden Caulfield: “Don’t ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”