I am going through withdrawal.
Facebook, through means and for reasons I have not fathomed, has removed me, and erased all prior trace of my existence.
A non-person.
Formerly, due to physical infirmities which substantially impair my mobility, "Dr. Woody" / "Yer ol' perfesser" was accustomed to spending 8-10 hours daily interpreting the transient phenomena--the "passing parade"-- and remarking upon it. It was almost my only pleasure: Without daily doses of the exquisite schadenfreude, that I have hardly any 'freude' at all, since Sunday. The travails of such human refuse as the "diddling" Duggars, and their toppling from the precipice of celebrity into the mire of snickering, knowing, leering, lurid supposition was ths sort of thing I lived for and do still. Without Fuckerberg's folly where can I turn?
I like to think that I am/was impartially disgusted by and universally dismissive of stupidity where EVER I have found it.
I intend to remain as much so as my time and resources permit, but for the time being, it will probably have to be conducted from my blog-pages.
I therefor invite any and all of my F-book comerades, commentators, and correspondents to join me here, and help me persist in my avocation of obloquizing and calumnizing the deserving, and trying to rationally confront and repel the raging ignorance and bloody chaos all around us.
