Facebook and Comcast--In No Particular Order

Yes, you heard me right Buster…..I'm taking a break from Facebook. Mebbe I'll be back, mebbe it'll be a LONG time before I return, mebbe a short time, but for now, I've had just about enough, if you know what I mean and I think you do.

After nearly a lifetime of living and working in Sonoma County, California, I retired from the public law enforcement profession and left (more like “fled”) Sonoma County. It had changed dramatically in the decades I had lived there, and I didn't like what it had become. I moved around quite a bit, and lost touch with old friends and acquaintances. That's what happens to those of us who are somewhat rootless. We lose touch with people who are, or were, important to us in some way at some time. It's sad.

Facebook to the rescue!! I became a member and re-connected with all those old connections. What a great deal!! But……….

Turns out, people behave differently on Facebook than in real life. Who could have anticipated that revolting development? Not ALL people, but many of them.

Here's a partial list of things that I no longer need to be reminded of 50 to 100 times a day:
-The power of prayer
-The power of pyramids
-How your least favorite politician is just like Adolf Hitler
-ANYTHING about politicians
-The plight of homeless veterans
-Cruelty to household pets
-The value of the Military
-The value of Law Enforcement

Not that these things aren't important, but really—it's endless and repetitive. When you add in the Facebook advertisements and “suggested posts”, it's a drag. Besides—I'm retired law enforcement and a military veteran. I'M ALREADY ON BOARD !!

I'm afraid of the future of Facebook in this election year. Not that Facebook might implode, but as the election cycle is heating up, the Facebook rhetoric is becoming just too much for me to bear.

My friends wouldn't dream of peppering everyone within earshot with this nonsense in person…..I'll miss the pictures of anniversary dinners and such, but the rest you can keep.


In other news, I got a cold-call telemarketing phone call from my cable provider (Comcast, as if you didn't know) on my cell phone, which just about sent me into conniptions…..for 2, count 'em, 2 reasons: 1)I didn't realize that my cell phone is known as my “preferred device” by Comcast (which, by the way, has now been remedied), and 2)The ESL telemarketer could only barely speak English—the worst I have ever experienced. A tortured conversation if ever there was one. Comcast—cable provider of the Earth.

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