I mentioned that a poet whom I knew decades ago is now atop my Facebook feed every day, not because she posts photos of she and her husband in the cockpit of a plane where they’re flying rescue animals hither and yon nor photos of her most recent trip to Europe–I have gotten those intermittently since we reconnected right after Mike died–wow, five years ago already? I guess that tracks as I was just telling my brother that my aunt in St. Charles died five years ago Thanksgiving. At any rate, the poet now appears at the top of my Facebook feed about every time I log in because she’s posting about politics every damned day with the attitude “I am a reasonable person, and I’m trying to make sense of this madness that is opposing viewpoints….”
Like this:
Mmm-hmm. David French.So she has found a “conservative” who has been slagging on Donald Trump and the people who would vote for him for, what, ten years running? Maybe try some Kevin Williamson, too, if you can find him nowadays.
You know, I was off Facebook for, what, a year or so a couple of years back. I get the sense that logging in to see my memories is not going to be enough to keep me interested in it here shortly. Not when posts I put up remain unacknowledged (probably unseen) by friends, and when the posts I see are AI- or foreign-generated sludge and political posts from tangental acquaintances designed to sway me because all my friends, apparently, think one way.
