A few months ago, the tech giants came for Alex Jones. Twitter, Facebook, and YouTube simultaneously decided that he was peddling hate speech and that it was time for him to go. Twitter sort of danced a bit. First he was gone and then he was back, but in the end, Jones’s account had to die. He was the first casualty in what seems to have morphed into a mass banning effort that has started further to the outskirts of the right and is creeping ever more steadily towards the center.
As I stepped outside the door into the garage this morning and put the door up, the shock of cold air on my face and the dim winter light felt almost like a time warp of sorts. It happens every year, but it felt especially strong today as I started the car and backed out of the driveway, the car’s metal creaking in the chill. It was a brittle cold, a Fargo sort of cold.
Well, I don’t know about you all, but I’m full of pie. And just food. Do you know what’s better than turkey and mashed potatoes topped with my own cranberry chutney and mopped up with my pumpkin challah bread? Fucking nothing except the very same thing topped with Debbie G’s Oreo pudding fluff crack and banana cream pie. That’s the state of my stomach tonight, kids. I’m full.
So there I was, perusing through my Facebook feed like the good little Xennial narcissist that I am, and I came upon a post that I wasn’t expecting. It was from a voluntaryist group that I belong to but almost never visit, partly because the dialogue was never supremely interesting in that one, but also because I have largely given up on libertarian FB groups. This post, however, was a zinger.
Under normal circumstances, I would not have heard about it until after sundown, but last Saturday was not a normal day at our house. My daughter’s first “big” birthday party where I invited her school friends was taking place, and I was busy running errands, making treats, and preparing for the big event.