It got pointed out to me that tomorrow, FB's TOS changes to let it take down whatever it wants in the hopes of keeping the torch and pitchfork mob off the backs of it's officers.
I don't personally think I'm gonna vanish from here tomorrow. I don't have a big following, I've never been in FB jail, and radical moderates don't bring in the clicks.
That said, it's no secret I've dared to harbor wrongthink on multiple occasions and without a scrap of remose. I figure I got nine in ten to still be here tomorrow. And assuming I don't do anything stupid like speak my mind between now and the election, I got seven in ten I'll be here by year's end.
So I spent last night watching cheesey movies and collecting pictures.
I don't particularly care about being kicked off this wretched site. I'm findable anywhere the words "Jay The Barbarian" are used, with my trusty black-and-blue banner behind it.
The thing is, your dead don't follow you to the next platform.
And I've been around long enough for quite a number of friends to have fallen by the wayside, and here being the last platform we've shared.
Picking up a few pictures to spark the old memory in days to come seemed as good a use of my fucking around before finding out time as any.
If I don't see you tomorrow, I'll see you anon.
Take care of yourselves out there.