Social (Insecurity) Media

If only I were a Facebook member, so I could issue an oh-woe-is-me post and bathe in the obligatory sympathy from the hoi polloi.

But, alas, I am not. I do, however, receive feedback from those who are addicted to social media and have been told that one anonymous poster – brave fellow or gal – proudly posted it won’t read my blog any longer. I’m betting if we had a dose ready in the old truth needle, this anonymous type could be injected and forced to admit a rush to read any response from me.

Here goes, anonymous one. Unlike the boycotters who have hit Bud Light where it counts – hammering the bottom line – critics of me have no similar means of attack because this blog has no bottom line.

Anyone who visits surely will have noted no ads, no registration, no fees. It costs me money to keep it up and running, not to mention the time spent to write the content.

I’m not going to go all altruistic regarding this. I do it mostly for me, because I like to write and be on the record when things go badly, as they must should we as a society continue on this absurd path.

Readers also will note no provision for reader comments on the blog, the better to avoid having to engage in fruitless debate with uninformed, anonymous gas bags.

Such “brave” types might want to read up on American history. A man with some guts, John Hancock, made sure to sign the Declaration of Independence in his typically large style, making his name synonymous with putting oneself out there and not being afraid to go public with a stance.

Tubs of goo who hide behind anonymity deserve scorn anywhere and everywhere.

I have heard of people creating multiple social media identities under false names and using them to praise the twisted thoughts put out under their actual social media identities. Think of this as a perverse echo chamber. Pathetic, too.

Early in my blog experience, I had some business cards printed because I would run into people who told me they missed reading my articles since I quit, either my real journalism jobs or my multi-year freelancing run at the Tribune-Democrat

Those cards included the following: “Warning Strong Opinions.”

I welcome any who are offended by those strong opinions to keep shuffling their figurative feet and move on. But first, be sure to whine a bit on social media, just to make your existence a bit less pathetic.