Social Media in Quarantine

Before the quarantine, some social media started to become indistinguishable from each other. But during the lockdowns, they started to attract very specific kinds of people, achieving very sharp divisions. Here’s what they are:

Facebook is for Debbie Downers, the anxiety-ridden, the panic porn lovers, and the self-righteous who are trying to rat out quarantine breakers.

[Obviously, there are people who have to be on FB for professional reasons like streaming religious service or organizing professional groups, and I don’t mean them by this. But the rest have got so rabid that local mom groups and hobby pages have been deleted altogether because of how vile everybody became. When I go to the pages of my church or professional groups on FB I actually close my eyes because I don’t want to see what cesspool my feed has turned into.]

LinkedIn is for the hopeful and stubbornly positive.

Twitter is for the grumpy, suspicious sourpusses.

TicToc is for the brain-dead.

Instagram – does it even exist any more? What is there to photograph but the inside of people’s houses, which everybody is tired of to death already?

The Costs of Panic

The church whose congregants were ticketed by police for holding harmless *drive-in* services, has been burned down by an arsonist.

“I Bet you stay home now you hypokrits” [sic] was spray painted on the building.

People have been driven to near insanity by the relentless panic-mongering.

Higher Ed Scam

The only reason colleges get rid of SAT/ACT requirements is because they want to push as many kids who don’t need / can’t succeed in college into college. The goal is two-fold:

1. Buff up “diversity” numbers.

2. Milk these students (or, more often than that, the state and federal government) for money.

It’s a scam, pure and simple. This is one of several scams in higher Ed. Good, well-meaning people train themselves to not notice the scam by memorizing a litany of meaningless platitudes about “inequities” and “structural oppressions.”

Coffee Break

I’ve been sitting here, having a coffee for almost two hours. The reason is that I promised to play “Baby Tadpoles Defeat Evil Sharkanians” after I’m done but I stayed up until 3 am reading again, and I feel unequal to the task of representing the Baby Tadpole faction convincingly.

I will probably hate coffee by the end of this. But at least I’m all up-to-date on my COVID news.

More Creative Counting

In Seattle, too, gunshot deaths are counted as caused by COVID:

If the snowflakiest paper in the country is acknowledging these cases, how many are there in reality?

The number of local papers publishing this kind of stuff is very large. None of it makes it on the national news channels. The creative death-counting by Cuomo that is aimed at hiding how many elderly were killed by his policies in nursing homes doesn’t make the news either. Except for Tucker, nobody is reporting on it. Five thousand dead bodies thanks personally to Governor Cuomo but nobody gives a crap. Because if it can’t be blamed on the “Bad Daddy” Trump, it’s not interesting.


Former Vice President Joe Biden on Thursday emphatically defended his ties to the African American community — telling a popular black radio personality that he “ain’t black” if he was still weighing whether to support Biden or President Donald Trump in November’s general election...

You’ve got more questions?” Biden replied. “Well, I tell you what, if you have a problem figuring out whether you’re for me or Trump, then you ain’t black.”

Cue the outrage! A white dude is telling black people they need his approval to be black!

Mind you, I don’t think anybody should be persecuted for saying something like this. It’s a bit clumsy but it isn’t meant to hurt. But selective outrage deployed for political reasons is immoral.

A lot more disturbing is the hint, hidden in the article, that Biden’s wife doesn’t let him do public appearances after 6 pm.

Dr Seuss Is Messing with Me

I can’t read Dr Seuss. He makes me cry, and I can’t explain to my kid why I start sobbing at the end of “Oh, the places you’ll go” or “Mulberry Street.”

Oh, and the one with the little people on a speck of dust almost drove me to hysterics the other day. I felt really really bad for the little people.

I think the quarantine is messing with my head.