Suspended from Facebook (Again!)

Facebook, Charlie Kirk, and Adele — all connected into one blog post.

I’m in the doghouse.

Again.

You won’t believe this story.  You won’t believe the official reason that was given.  You won’t believe how petty some people can be.

First, here’s some background.

I plead “guilty” to previous crimes on Facebook.  100 percent guilty.  Well, not crimes exactly.  More like violations.  Each previous infraction was a profane comment, or something rude and insulting — always deserved, I might add — directed at a dirt-dumb Trumpster or a mindless meme spewer, which just so happens to usually one and the same thing.  Tsk.  Tsk.  Such a shame my comments were removed.  The profanity was so artfully crafted.  What a pity to waste all those fantastic insults.

On average, I get suspended about 3 to 4 times a year.  When I was previously suspended for 24 hours….then, 3 days….next, 7 days….and finally 30 days (once), I willingly accepted my punishment.  It was fair.  The punishment was based on my clear violation of Facebook’s terms and conditions, which I agreed to when I signed up as a user.  Guilty as charged.  I served my time.  I never protested, objected, or appealed.

Until now.

Oh, one more point before I tell the story of what happened last week on Facebook.

I’m also suspended from Twitter.  Shocker, huh?  QAnon can tweet his quacky shit, but I can’t.  My ban is permanent.  It’s not just life imprisonment — it’s a death sentence.

How did this happen?  About a year ago, I insulted a moronic far-Right politico college dropout named Charlie Kirk.  I’d never heard of this goofy nut-clown before and responded to his tweet.  Kirk promptly responded to my tweet and in 140 characters called me either a “socialist” or a “communist” — I forgot which.  I immediately responded to his tweet and called him a “twit” or a “twat” — I forgot which.

Anyway, the twitty twat reported me to Twitter authorities.  Quick, say that three times.  Call it thin-skin syndrome.  And “poof” I was pummeled into social media dust.  No regrets here.  Getting banned from Twitter was the best thing that’s ever happened to me on social media.  And besides, you tell me — does this guy look like a goofy little twat, or what?

Okay, so now that we agree Charlie Kirk is a twat and my career as a Twitter influencer is about at bright as Sydney Powell’s legal career, let’s get to what actually happened on Facebook last week that resulted in my suspension.  You may be surprised to learn the violation had nothing to do with politics.

A Facebook friend of mine posted a Facebook comment about singer Adele canceling her upcoming shows in Las Vegas.  The cancellation was a last-second announcement that was major news here in Las Vegas.  The world-famous headliner had been scheduled to perform at the Caesars Palace coliseum over the next several weeks.  Thousands of visitors already made plans to fly into Las Vegas and see her shows.  Oops, correction.  Adele won’t be performing.  Go see the “Rat Pack Reunion” impersonators instead.  At Tuscany Suites.  Tickets are $29.  You can also probably get seats on the front row.

Oops!

One of the side effects of Adele’s last-minute cancellation is that many ticket brokers and resale scammers ended up paying exorbitant prices for tickets that reportedly may be refunded only at face value.  So, tickets that originally cost $140, then went to $500, then rocketed to $900, and up, crashed faster than a Ponzi scheme cryptocurrency.  I must admit being absolutely giddy that ticket brokers and resale rats got hammered.

So, I posted the following comment on Facebook:

“Las Vegas shows have gotten completely out of control.  Headliner tickets are now 3X and 4X face value.  I’m sorry Adele isn’t coming, but I’m thrilled lots of ticket brokers and resellers are getting burned.  Fuck them.”

That’s it.

If you’ve spent anytime at all on Facebook, you won’t be shocked by the word “fuck,” nor the celebration of someone else’s misery.  Hell, that’s pretty much the entire reason social media exists, to celebrate the misery of someone evil.

Anyway, someone reported me.  Apparently, the comment violated Facebook’s terms and conditions.  Abusive language, perhaps?  Someone advised me the word “burned” could have been misconstrued.  That’s unfortunate.  I’m sorry — I didn’t mean to say or imply that ticket brokers should be burned alive at the stake.  A firing squad will do.

So, who got upset about this?  Anyone who knows anything about tickets to major shows and big sporting events understands that “burned” is a common word meaning the seller lost money.  As in getting “burned” in a trade or transaction.  Who else besides me isn’t completely fucking frustrated by what’s happened to the slimy ticket market in the last several years?  It’s become nearly impossible to get show tickets to a premium performance the old-fashioned way, standing in line and buying a ticket at the normal price.  Leachy brokers and middlemen have poisoned the show ticket well.  It’s a built-in scam.  So, when these leeches get burned, which does happen sometimes, I’m doing backflips and summersaults.  Hell, give me the match.  I’ll happily light the fire.

Okay, so I can indeed be way too hyperbolic.  But if the comment above really offends someone, and Facebook is so touchy (and incompetent) when it comes to policing itself, all I can do is file an appeal, and wait.  That’s exactly what I did.

Five days later, no reply.  No response.  No lifting of the suspension.

I’ll be back when the suspension expires in a few days.  Watch out, Charlie Kirk.  Be warned, ticket pimps.

I shall return.