This Carbon Based Life

It sounds really Orwellian, doesn’t it? Or something out of “Fahrenheit 451” No, Montag! You mustn’t, that’s 403 Forbidden! 403 Forbidden is my new trade handle. It’s what Meta has labeled me. Limiting how I can post. It’s all just a simple disagreement really. But try winning an argument with a machine. I foolishly thought Social media was a means for people to exchange ideas and information in an honest and open marketplace. While they see social media as more of a mere money-making venture in a cut throat whore’s market.

It isn’t Meta doesn’t like what I write. As like is only something people who care do. They don’t care, I could post stories of lurid young lust…if I paid them. That’s the issue! Money Sam! Money! You couldn’t post Tornado warnings if you didn’t pay them. They tell you in your page instructions that fresh content is key to a successful Facebook Page. But don’t take advantage of our good nature or we will shut you off like a faucet.

YOU MUST PAY! NO PAY! NO PLAY! You’re making money from this publication! “Admittedly, that was the idea. But no, not really, not sos you could tell by looking. If we took the grand total to Denny’s, you’d still be on the hook for your own for breakfast.”

The (drug influenced) original idea was to write this blog while seeking alternative employment. But…“The money is on the other side. A gag, a plastic bag on a monument.” Besides, I’m not doing it right. I write articles about those things which outrage and incense me. I try to shove some humor in to keep from jumping off a bridge. But I live in the desert and there are no bridges of any consequence. I’d end up with broken ankles and have to try and walk home.

They assign stories based on their journalistic ethos, and subscriber wants. But what do they want? They don’t know, until you tell them what they want. I watched a network panel show clip (something I avoid) These people were so plastic and fake. Fancy permanent wave haircuts, expensive new clothes and gold jewelry. It looked like a spokesmodel try out. Gee, I wonder how Trump won?

It occurred to me that I don’t know these people. I have no idea who these people are or what they are supposed to be about. They say what they are told to say and not to say what they are told not to say. They hold million-dollar purse strings over their heads. And they won’t dare to speak out!

Whatever this blog is or will become, it is fragile. Tucker Carlson’s friends gave him two million dollars and promised more to start his blog. And not one of you has even offered me a measly $100,000. America! Home of the 24 hr. all you can eat free press.

“But this is a bag of shit! But it’s some really great shit Mrs. Presky!”

There aren’t many blogs like this anymore and whole websites of independent thought have come and gone. The market is maturing past news and information. It’s old hat, why not just listen to the summary from the corporate news giant and shut up. They’re always right on the money about everything! Don’t you want to be happy? Nothing to see here, move along. Don’t you have some funny dog or cat photos you’d like to post?

Read? I used to have to do that in high school sometimes!

Whatever this blog is, and it might not be worth a dime, but it’s genuine. There are no millionaire backers behind it though applications would still be accepted. And when it’s gone, you will still have your dime but nothing to replace this. Just corporate Americas’ sweet siren song. Let’s all sing like the birdies sing! Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet! Get some good corporate thinking in you to warm you up. I might be the only person you read who answers to no one. Can you make any money doing it like that? Fuck no! That’s why absolutely nobody does it! Except me and I’m stupid.

If I would just get smart, maybe I could get ahead. Let me try one time; President Trump today gleefully opened deportation festivities by escorting the first Mexican through the gate. The President exclaimed; he was familiar with escorts. And looked over towards the First Lady. Over three hundred were arrested while the rest unfortunately escaped. See, I can do it! Watch! Lindsey Graham said something very intelligent today. Okay, no, I can’t!

To those who have donated to this Carbon-Based Life I want to say thank you. This is therapy for me, and I hope some entertainment for you, done on pennies and my whole life swirls around it. I could no more abandon it than breathing. Mothers! Don’t let your babies grow up to become writers…it’s a bad buzz. It takes over and if it were an alien, would pop out right of their chest and destroy their spaceship. Instead, it only compels you to keep doing it. Never ever satisfied.

There are only two ways of doing this job. Either write what somebody else tells you to write for a nice steady, healthy income or be like Dave.

They have rules, I don’t. They can’t tell the whole truth sometimes, I can. They have sponsors, I don’t. You can’t say STUPID on Facebook. I think that’s well, STUPID! Filtered versus unfiltered. Old fashioned versus Newfangled and Improved! Sanitized for your protection. Real versus generated content. A new cultural oddity in a Disney plus environment.

The goal is to be that nagging little voice who won’t shut up and hounds the cheap seats of the corporate American street theater. And maybe if I work at it real hard and get it right. Maybe someday, they might even try to put me in jail for it!

“To stand up for truth is nothing. For truth, you must sit in jail.”
― Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

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