Mary Fisher
I am 72 years old. I live on a basic pension. And when winter comes, I don't know how to deal with it. I have never been so worried in my life. But here we are.
Cancel culture. No platforming. Campus speakers with traditional views on transgender and immigration were shut out in the cold. I wake up at night, yes.
The government says it is taking action, but if Julie Bindel is not allowed to discuss gender-neutral toilets, she will lose the will to live and just I'm afraid it's going to disappear Obscure political websites.
Yes, if you're a conservative, you'll find The Daily Telegraph, The Mail, The Spectator, The Sun, etc. I have it in my hand. If people want to insist on sending windrush migrants to Rwanda in leaky boats. You literally cut off their tongues for denying the University of East Anglia speech.
I don't know what to do. The idea that Kelvin Mackenzie was not allowed to address students at Sheffield Hallam University and make jokes about eating hamsters in case he offended Save The Lesbian One-Legged Hamster League got me Filled with terror.
I don't ask for much. Food and housing, clothing, hot springs, and the right to open the newspaper and know that sports commentators are lesbians and traitors. And of course, without fear of being branded as a Nazi, tell people that Hitler had the right idea about many things.
Basics only. But in winter, even that is likely to be taken away. To be honest, I don't think I can survive the awakening moon.
You know Facebook is a cynical company and is partially responsible for the chaos in the world, but you can't remove it. This is the reason for your inadequacy.
I may have missed something important
For example, what? Did you happen to go to Google three weeks ago and see 37 targeted ads for Nutribullets? Pictures of ex-colleagues' kids you've never met? Nothing on Facebook matters. If you want to know how your friends are doing, send them a text. If you don't know the person's number, they aren't your friend.
It's the only way you can legally spy on your middle school crush
Beat Claire sitting next to you in math. did not. And on her Facebook, you can provoke your creepy yearnings by showing her photos of her doing park runs or selling unwanted handbags. Despite the fact that deleting Facebook might save your own slowly failing marriage, you may never see the girlfriend you don't want again.
There is a treasured photograph there
Is it really there? Yes, you went through the long phase of uploading 100 pictures you took with your digital camera after going out every night circa 2009, but the blurry snaps of you shitting in the club aren't cherished If you don't print and frame it, it will disappear into a digital black hole forever.
Means you remember your friend's birthday
The only way to wish your friend a happy birthday is on Facebook If it's all about writing messages in a hurry, you're not right for them when it shows up on your timeline. Few people struggle to buy a birthday calendar and write it all down.
Don't be offended
Facebook The ultimate reason you can't remove the is because it's cumbersome. It's not easy. If you have to do anything more than click a button that says "delete profile", you're at the first hurdle. Therefore, your data deserves to be collected by Mark Zuckerberg and his evil allies forever.
