Gosh. Who knew, eh? German taxpayers do now. They paid for it.
Apparently, the New Suspicion falls upon those who don’t have a Farcebook account. If you don’t use Farcebook, you must be unsociable and therefore… a witch sociopath!
Employers won’t employ you unless you hand them the means to keep an eye on you, and girls won’t go out with you unless they can verify your name and date of birth on your Farcebook account.
Emily: I’m fine with people not having a Facebook page if they don’t want one. However, I think you’re right. If you’re of a certain age and you meet someone who you are about to go to bed with, and that person doesn’t have a Facebook page, you may be getting a false name. It could be some kind of red flag.
I have one. It does not have my real name, and I make a point of not using my real date of birth online unless it’s essential. This puts me in the rather awkward situation of having to convince some employer or nubile wench that my passport is not faked because it has a different name on it. What the hell, let them call me anything they want.
All those cases of rapists, murderers and paedos who tracked their victims through Farcebook – how many of them used their real names? Not many, I’ll wager. Yet ‘computer says’ is so ingrained in the drones now that if the computer says your name is Phlegmsucker Titsqueeze, then you must be legitimate because it’s there on the screen.
Utter trust in what the computer tells you. Dismissal of what real people say if it conflicts with what Computer Says. Willingness – in fact peer pressure – to open your privacy to anyone who wants to pry into your Farcebook page.
We are now one step from “Why have you covered the camera on your laptop? What have you to hide?” And then, we have arrived at Panoptica. The built-into-spectacles computers I envisaged already exist.
Anyway, I decided to shelve Panoptica for now because of real-work with pay, and because I am building some pages behind the scenes here. I will reveal them when they are done, and say “Oh, those? Knocked them out in ten minutes”.
I also have one of those summer colds which has melted my face and makes my voice sound like a bulldog on 40 a day and a gravel-gargling addiction. These don’t usually last too long but if this one does, I’m going to need a quieter keyboard.
The only ‘social network’ I use is here on Blogger and they think I live in Tuvalu, my real name isn’t Banned btw.
Neither am I a sociopath, I know because I used to have one as a best mate (I read the Court Phsycho report which was mostly accurate) and I’m nothing like him.
Well, it’s a good job I met my girlfriend in 1996 then. Neither of us are on Facefuck or want to be, she doesn’t even own a computer, and there’s nothing wrong with either of us other than we don’t want our entire lives shared with strangers all over the internet forever. My stock answer to the “nothing to hide, nothing to fear” brigade is “hmm, interesting. Tell me, do you have curtains in your house?”
The Onion did a great piece a while back about how the American political system were worried about how anyone eligible to stand for President in 20 years is now totally unelectable due to stuff they’ve put up on social media that perhaps they shouldn’t have. Once again, there’s a lot of truth in satire.
Because I am responsible for dealing with invites from other clubs, I was finding more and more, that not many of them were using the post, or even E-Mails any more, but through Facefuck groups.
Bit fucking annoying really, because my first reaction to your post was to go to Facefuck and cancel the lot, in a foot stamping fit of spite against my boss.
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But then, no more club invites…. SHITE!
Off course, to really impress the boss, I COULD consistantly upload photos of Lizzy Borden…..
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“If you’re of a certain age and you meet someone who you are about to go to bed with” – Of course, “Emily” could do the old fashioned thing and try to get to know somebody before she leaps into bed with them.
I’ve got a Fuckbook account, but its supposed to be so locked down that no-one who isn’t already a “friend” cannot even find me. Unfortunately, those fucktards at Fakefuck keep changing the settings, so I keep having to update the privacy.
Theoretically, once I’ve got the settings dialed in, to anyone outside I don’t have an account, so that would make me a sociopath. Which is accurate, but no-one else’s business.
One advantage of having a facebook account, is that you can go and bully and get up the noses of the leftoids and shout at them immediately, without having to log in, on ex-newspapers like the GuardiaNazi, the State-Dependent and the Qulsling-graph.
Here is a paradox for the TC sociopaths.
Obviously, the TC sociopaths would have us believe that smoking is deadly for all concerned.
TC sociopaths have probably heard of the great doctor Sir R.A.Doll and would be interested in some of the results shown by his 50 year long study of 30,000+ British doctors.
The study showed that smokers of 25+ cigarettes per day had an 84% death rate from the diseases ‘claimed’ to be caused by smoking.
The study showed that never-smokers had an 84% death rate from the diseases ‘claimed’ to be caused by smoking.
TC sociopaths have, stated that we must do all manner of draconian measures to prevent the cheeeldren from smoking.
But, cheeeldren could smoke 25+ cigs per day,or not smoke at all, for 50 years and there would be ZERO difference in their death rates from the diseases ;claimed’ to caused by smoking.
I wonder how they would explain such a paradox?