The Utterly Bearable Lightness of No More Politics

So I've cut the cord.  No more Facebook, the dumping ground for everyone's rage at the machine.  And I don't miss that for a minute, kids.  Facebook had nearly stopped being fun altogether.  It was downright grim, and there were lots of times I just couldn't work up the ambition to read another twenty five posts about government policy.

I swore that I would not grow up to be the type of old person who spent all their time pissed off about politics.  I have a few issues that I'm concerned about and that I work on, but I can't run the world.  I CAN be informed about what's happening in the White House and other countries, and I am, but honestly - is my constantly, constantly spouting bile about the condition of world politics going to do shit for good?  State your opinion and then DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT - and then move on, please, for the love of Christ, people.  Look away from the abyss!  Take deep, cleansing breaths.  Let go of the darkness.
Let the light shine in.
Sing a simple song.
Happy place.
Happy place.
Shhhhhhh.

One thing I am not going to miss is UK politics.  I'm gonna put it on the record right now:  Y'alls government is regrettable.  Watching Parliament in action is like watching  a room full of unsupervised first graders in full cry.  Furthermore, no matter who is in charge, everyone in the UK is going to LOATHE that person.  No wonder you're always having to get bailed out by Dr. Who.
Come to that, no wonder Dr. Who periodically says 'OMG fuck this action' and croaks.  He needs the rest.

You totally owe me that one, UK. 

Another thing I'm not going to miss is that one person whose sole, obsessive interest is dogging on The United States. Particularly when the person in question MAKES A GOOD PART OF THEIR INCOME FROM AMERICAN CLIENTS.  Yeah, scuttle home to Iceghanistan and call down a rain of plague on 'Murrica, you creep; the fact remains - those greenbacks spend real good, don't they. 

You all have your own national problems to worry about. They deserve worrying about.  Don't let our current shitshow distract you.

Oh that felt great! OK.  What else don't I miss about Facebook?

Being censored, being booted, having my information harvested, being dragooned into new iterations that strip away the stuff I have in place that block ads, being pimped features and rooms and stories and permanent links and games and fun surveys.  Yeah. That. That and the foaming, raving nutjobs calling for armed revolution, rage in the streets and cross burning, the ones who believe that nanobots are being injected into their children and they're being tagged with satellite markers.  They come on down eight to the bar on Facebook, but one mention of middle-aged male THO's and my ass is gone.

What I am apparently supposed to take away from this is that raving, Flat-Earth, gun nut tinfoil-hat-wearing, racist, God Fearin' anti LGTBQ - speak is fine... as long as you don't mention Brian Johnsons tits.

GAZE UPON THE GLORY THAT IS BRIAN JOHNSONS TITS Y'ALL
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Shoutout To MIKE STILL, LAURA LAFATA, DA NATOR, and ROCKY LAWRENCE GREEN!!!!