Day 311: Afterward

It’s Day 311 of being lied to about “public health,” and it’s Day 71 of being treated like children at bedtime. This is also my second full day in 12 years without a Facebook account.

Apparently it’s a permanent condition. I’m good with that.

When I posted the news yesterday morning of Thinkpol disabling my Facebook account, which included both my personal page and an Ubi Libertas page, it wasn’t clear if I’d been targeted by a nannybot or a woke human. I didn’t know if I’d been executed or simply thrown in jail.

Later, after completing only the first two steps of the procedure established for appealing Facebook’s action, I immediately got a pop-up message informing me that I’d violated “Community Standards” and that “this decision can’t be reversed.”

There were no previous “violations” and no warnings. I wasn’t told anything about the nature of this particular misstep, whatever the hell it was, and I’ll probably never know. I do have a strong suspicion, however, that I was “reported” by someone who followed one or both of my pages and, to a virtual certainty, I know who it was.

I’m not at all surprised.

Since my ejection from Zuck’s Clubhouse I’ve received a ton of support; most of it I’d characterize as furious. Deb read me a lot of those posts and comments, and I’m grateful for all the love. On top of that, yesterday was the busiest day ever on Ubi Libertas — traffic more than tripled the previous high.

In the midst of that overwhelming affirmation were a couple of common (and seemingly contradictory) observations. Some folks asked me if I’d be creating another Facebook account, and the honest answer is that I haven’t decided. Others were puzzled about why I stuck around so long, knowing that my rhetoric often ran right up to Facebook‘s Big Red Line and that what happened yesterday was all but inevitable.

That’s an easy one. Facebook spent billions creating a public square, then weaponized it against its ideological enemies. My goal was to use Facebook‘s own weapons against it until the Zuckerbots, human or otherwise, absolutely had to kick me out.

Mission accomplished.

I don’t mind being exiled from that dystopian playground, but I damned sure wasn’t gonna exile myself.

In the grand scheme, of course, this is neither a mortal wound nor a big deal. I’ve dealt with far greater losses, actual losses. And if that isn’t enough perspective, on the same day Facebook also pulled the plug on Mike Rowe’s wildly successful “Returning the Favor,” Ohio’s governor refused to renew press credentials for Jack Windsor — the only journo who dares stand for Liberty and ask tough questions — and Daffy McHairsniffer’s freshly minted DOJ arrested a Florida man for posting anti-Democrat memes to social media during the 2016 presidential campaign.

We’ll be fine — all of us. We cannot be canceled. And we will not be silenced.

Take care of yourselves, Patriots. Stay calm. Stay sharp. Stay free.

#WiseUp #LibertyOrDeath

(Header image: Among the slipjoint pocketknives I own, aside from those that carry sentimental value, this Great Eastern Cutlery Tidioute 25 two-blade Barlow scaled in green bone is my favorite.)

Could this original Crazy-Bernie-in-Mittens meme — which I created the other day and posted to Facebook — be the reason for my banishment? Nah…