Welp, another 30 days in the gulag. How will I ever survive this time? About a year ago, I stopped using Facebook almost entirely, deleted the app from my phone, and ceased to accept new ‘friends,’ as a few thousand requests continue to pile up in my inbox. It got to a point that, even while self-censoring, nearly every time I opened my mouth on the platform I got slapped with a ban. There was nothing I could do: someone at Facebook clearly has me on a list and, really, Facebook is lame. I’m not...
Welp, another 30 days in the gulag. How will I ever survive this time? About a year ago, I stopped using Facebook almost entirely, deleted the app from my phone, and ceased to accept new ‘friends,’ as a few thousand requests continue to pile up in my inbox. It got to a point that, even while self-censoring, nearly every time I opened my mouth on the platform I got slapped with a ban. There was nothing I could do: someone at Facebook clearly has me on a list and, really, Facebook is lame. I’m not sticking around some tyrant’s house if he doesn’t want me there. But friends encouraged me to say. I’m ‘letting them win’, my friends said, if I deleted my account, as though they haven’t already won. The best way forward, I reasoned, was to treat Facebook as the afterthought it deserves to be. Since then, I jump on for a few seconds, once a week, to dump a link to my latest column, and then get the hell out of there.
Now, Facebook is banning me for that, too. In October, I received a 30-day ban for ‘hate speech,’ after I shared a link to my Spectator column titled ‘Rednecks are the least racist people in America.’ The column pulled heavily on research from philosopher Thomas Sowell and historian Colin Woodard and my own self-deprecating stories about growing up in cracker culture in Greater Appalachia.
I appealed that ban a whopping six times and each time, sometimes within seconds, I was notified by Facebook that, upon studied and serious review from a Facebook speech agent, sharing my own column published in a well-respected magazine about how rednecks aren’t racist is, inarguably, hate speech. The ban remained. Now it’s happened again. I’m on another 30-day ban for sharing my most recent column from The Spectator, this one titled ‘The death of the bulldyke’.
The bulldyke column had been making the rounds on social media last week, especially in lesbian Twitter circles, where it was being debated, but widely praised. Many lefty lezzers even contacted me directly to say they appreciated it. In the column I argued what every gay is thinking: this trans stuff looks a lot like conversion therapy, it’s having a visible impact on gay culture, and bulldykes are working class heroes who seem to be disappearing.
Facebook not only banned me for having a well-considered opinion about my own community presented under a byline, but appears to have completely scrubbed the story from its platform, or at least its search results, except in one place. They are such sneaky cowards, they didn’t remove the story from The Spectator USA’s own Facebook page, while removing it from many others, as if they wanted to sneak the censorship by without stepping on the toes of the world’s oldest magazine. When I shared a link to the story — the post that earned me this latest ban — to avoid trouble, for the caption I copied and pasted the exact wording The Spectator used on its page, with one change: knowing Facebook has it out for me, I wrote ‘bulld*ke’ with an asterisk.
It’s difficult to not appreciate such petty behavior from Facebook, the world’s most evil company. At least our prison system gives lip service to rehabilitation, and our justice system comes with a presumption of innocence. Facebook’s penal code is roundly based on vindictiveness and the personal biases and feelings of their hired word-goons. And they don’t care who notices. My page, now in day two of my 30-day sentence, not that I’ll keep track, is a personal, not business, account and set to ‘private’. It has 4,200 ‘friends’, nearly all of them Republicans and Trump supporters. No one is reporting my content, because there’s nothing to report. It’s pretty clear I have not merely tripped some algorithm each time I post but have been assigned a full-time censor who monitors everything I share and willy-nilly slaps me with 30-day suspensions.
I figured a few things out about my Facebook case worker. It’s a white lefty radical, definitely gay or trans, very young, and residing in the Western world, rather than some poor lady sipping Darjeeling at a Bangalore call center assigned to remove puppy torture videos. There’s a level of inside baseball in my content that a Third World slave wouldn’t understand and a First World straight person would be too timid to censor. Nothing pisses off my Facebook case worker more than when I talk about gay issues, which is how I know he’s gay or trans and under 35.
The first time I ever said anything publicly about bulldykes happened to be on Facebook a couple years ago. I wrote, simply, ‘I love bulldykes.’ I got a ban. I was shocked. When I was let back on, I went through and systemically reported every Dyke March, Dyke Knitting Circle, Dykes for Bernie, and Dyke Poetry Slam page I could find, to see if this was also hate speech, but each time was told there was no violation there. Then I began getting bans for saying ‘fag‘ a lot, but as a term of endearment. Before 2016, you could say ‘fag‘ on Facebook if you were a fag. Leftwing fags still do it all the time, but when I comment, ‘love you fags!’ on a friend’s photo with his boyfriend, banned!
This was before Facebook’s most egregious censorship moves but enough to infuriate me at the time. Some faceless millennial nerd was policing how my people addressed one another online, which is exactly how we speak in real life. I also noticed that while we fags can’t call each other fags on Facebook, my ‘soft A’ black friends continue to be exempt from the exact same standards. Now, with the banning of the bulldyke, it’s not just our terms of endearment (tranny being one of those, as well) Facebook has eliminated from the gay lexicon at the behest of some mentally sick activist, but how gay people are allowed to think about themselves and which questions they are allowed to ask about the alphabet coalition.
I’ve had so many automatic 30-day bans I’ve lost count and yet I haven’t yet been permanently suspended, as the usual protocol would dictate. That’s the scary part. It’s as if Facebook, or my mysterious case worker, doesn’t really want me to go away, perhaps so they can continue collecting data on me. What else does this gay terrorist employed by Facebook who monitors my page know about me, I wonder, and how does he plan to use that information?
This is not paranoid rambling when you know the boundless hatred the left has for people like me, and the carefree evil that defines Silicon Valley’s culture of benevolent authoritarianism. Exactly like the summer of 2018, Silicon Valley, and especially Facebook, is gearing up for another massive censorship dragnet before the 2020 general election targeting anyone who makes Democrats look stupid. Or anyone they simply don’t like. And with all of the most outrageous personalities on the right now gone, Facebook and Twitter plan to brazenly implement even more shadowy and laughable standards to their ‘hate speech’ rules to snip off even the most milquetoast of conservative loose ends. In fact, when this year’s purges begin, I predict Facebook won’t even bother scrambling to invent a rule that someone violated. And, as usual, there’s nothing anyone can, or will, do about it. It’s a good thing for President Trump the economy is doing decently well and that the Democrats don’t have a real contender in the fight — unless Michael Bloomberg gains traction — because for four years he sat idly by and allowed Jack Dorsey, Susan Wojcicki and Mark Zuckerberg to gradually decimate his army of street brawlers.
With that said, if any of my Facebook friends are reading this, and you’d like to stay in touch, do sign up for my newly launched email newsletter, where I plan to say ‘tranny’, ‘fag’, and ‘dyke’ quite regularly.