Mind your manners. Comprende?

by Angela K. Durden 


Uh, oh. Got unfriended on the Facebooks. 

I posted this graphic using the social media titan's new color-block-with-art-thingy they've been using to distract our attention from the fact they are manipulating our feed as per their own intentions to rule the world because they care so much and are much smarter than the collected wisdom of the masses. 

But since I know that's their intention, I am not distracted and am using it to speak to power...and sometimes to idiots. 

So, anyway, there I am. Posting this with not one mention of any political person in sight and what happens? 

This fellow, a brave Socialist by all accounts, by the name of B— S— (his real initials, I swear I am not lying!), and nicknamed Drive-By Sunshine S— by another, was the first one to comment and he says:

"It is now official. You are an idiot."

I took umbrage at this comment because, though it wasn't the first time he's insulted me, it is the first time he's come to my timeline and done it. I then commented to him in my best written Mama's voice:

"Call me names on your timeline all you want, but when you come to my timeline, you best mind your manners. Comprende?

And just like that — boom, shakalaka — he took his guitar and his cowboy hat and and his somewhat famous name and his Socialist ways and he left my company.

I cannot say I am sorry in the least. But let's not dwell on the negatives of this man because, in point of fact, I believe there is hope for him yet. 

You see, he can take a hint.

That means at least he is not brain-dead and something upstairs is percolating. And where there is percolating, there is movement. Where there is movement, there is life. Where there is life, there is hope. 

And hope is all we have. 

Of course, within two months he will have forgotten he got mad and unfriended me and he'll be asking to friend me again because we are in the music business and it's not like he can forever afford to cut off his own nose to spite his face.

And I'll smile and say, "Sure, baby. We can be friends again."

You see how patient I am? I know. I amaze me sometimes. 

😉 or ;-)

Take your pick.
I'm good with your choice.