I Piss Everybody Off

 Before it became this fancy world of "Social Media", people could laugh, argue and poke fun at each other on line. Now everybody has "Monitized", become an "Influencer" and turned into the biggest generation of thing skinned pussies in history.

I couldn't give a rat's ass what somebody else's "Gender" is. Or who they hump, or what they hump. Don't care which gods they follow or don't, what car they drive or anything else. Well, except computers. Those Apple/ Mac pansies blow ass.

Probably getting the Ban on at least two big social media sites as I type for saying, "No you don't." to more fragile little twats. I piss everybody off. 

Oh, The Title Goes Up Here Now...

    Never-ending change on Blogger. It used to be so much fun to type in a subject or name on th Blogger search bar and have it take you though a never ending stream of blogs along those subjects. Now, even if you know the name of the blog, you can't find it. Some contacts I never met, but had enough interaction with to wonder how they are doing these days.

There was a fellow badly out of shape that took up cycling and got healthy again. Reading his posts kept me going on days of harsh pain. Then he got married. To some woman who already had a mess of kids, and pretty quickly vanished from his Blog. I hope he's OK, but last post I saw he had stopped cycling and gained around 40 pounds as a result.

There was a young woman in Iraq posting about her day to day life. Somebody published her blog as a book and we never heard about her again. I wonder if she got a dime for all her painful and heartfelt writing? Whatever happened to Riverbend?

Her friends had gone viral, one of which came to the US and kept his blog, the pivot person between them disappeared, and was probably killed. The remaning one since has vanished too. Salman Px, still missing?

There was a young woman in Japan of some sort of mixed heritage. She really didn't fit in, but seemed intelligent and nice enough. Her mother was going mad and I think moved in with her. It ruined her life, poor thing. She met somebody on Blogger, had a long distance realtionship and finally met them. Soon after she got ghosted painfully. The drinking had started up again. One prays that Drunken Wench rambler is OK out there somewhere.

Another fellow shaved his balls. He was stuck in life and started school to fly helicopters for a living. Part way through he met a girl, who was kinky. School seemed to have taken a back seat and he fell behind. Just when both of them got on track as a couple, the school with all his records went under and vanished. His submissive kitty was trying to help, but his slice of life blog posts went away.

Blogger allowed no censorship, and became a place to communicate, althought they did their best to prevent exchange of e-mail contact that cut them out of the loop. 

Oh well, I hope all of y'all are OK out there......