Posts Tagged ‘Social Media’

For the past week I’ve been watching the drama unfold online, stirred up by Elon Musk and his attempt to purchase Twitter.  The drama has been entertaining and repulsive, watching progressives melt down over the fear that Elon Musk will bring free speech to Twitter.

This editorial, Opinion | Let’s hope Elon Musk doesn’t win his bid for Twitter – The Washington Post, is one of the more nauseating, although subtle, examples.

Mr. Musk has promised to make Twitter a “platform for free speech around the globe.” This vision is more or less the same one now-departed CEO Jack Dorsey championed throughout his tenure, and especially in the platform’s early days. But like its industry peers, Twitter has moved over time toward stricter rules. That isn’t because executives have changed their views, but rather because they have learned some lessons after observing how their products can be abused to manipulate elections, or spread health misinformation, or harass people en masse.

Certainly, moderators sometimes make mistakes, and more transparency surrounding enforcement decisions is in order. But a broader backtracking would be an error. To protect speech at all costs and keep Twitter free of bots and spam, as Mr. Musk has said he would like to do, is almost impossible.

This quote is right out of Saul Alinsky’s Rules for Radicals.  The Marxist Oligarchs who control social media, and the vast majority of news organizations, are the individuals who manipulated the 2020 election so successfully it was stolen from President Trump..  Also they are the real cluprits guilty of spreading nonstop health misinformation, while censoring the actual truth.

The left has often channeled George Orwell and his Newspeak.   No better example is this Tweet.

The Left Wing Oligarchs have almost held a total monopoly over online political speech.   It has all been part of a master plan.  The author of this article, Media Is Hating On Musk’s Twitter Bid Because They Hate Free Thought (thefederalist.com), does a fantastic job outlining the grand scheme.

Right now, the corporate media and Big Tech are on a thought control team running interference for the left. The outlets set the narrative with biased, misleading, and fluffy coverage of Democrats. The media constantly tells Americans that Donald Trump worked with the Russians to steal the 2016 election, Kavanaugh is a rapist, Republicans are racists and domestic terrorists, and the summer of rage riots were “mostly peaceful.”

The media expect you to believe all of those lies because they said it was so. If you question them, they smear you for spreading “misinformation.” Big Tech reinforces that deliberately faulty coverage by editorializing and spinning news for its “trending topic” section on the site.

For years, Silicon Valley giants have done the control regime’s bidding. When the left felt threatened by Trump, conversations about Covid-19 origins and treatments, election integrity, Hunter Biden’s laptop, or the truth about biological sex, Big Tech companies such as Twitter gladly banned, censored, and “fact-checked” any content it deemed “misinformation.”

The only thing that disrupts this cycle is when the uncensored, unmanipulated truth about the media’s depravity is exposed. As it stands right now, any narratives that contradict the thought control regime’s wishes are obliterated from the internet.

The mask has completely slipped off the political left thanks to Elon Musk’s battle to purchase Twitter.  As Michelle Malkin so famously said “sunlight is the best disinfectant.”

By:  Pat Austin

SHREVEPORT – My husband has made it a whole week without getting tossed into the Facebook hoosgow.

He never wanted to be on the social media platform at all, but years ago, when Facebook was still sort of fun, I made an account for him so he could keep up with friends and family “back home.” He loved it at first because he was connecting with old classmates and distant family members. He joined the Facebook group for his tiny, rural hometown, and they shared old photos and memories. It was all so harmless.

Then politics reared its ugly head and Facebook became the liberal, curated, censored wasteland that it is today. He is adamantly outspoken and incapable of holding back his opinions when it comes to liberal policies and corrupt politics.

And so he has of late been spending time in the Facebook Prison. The first time it was only 24-hours and supervised probation upon his release. He gleefully celebrated his release with yet another post about “Chillary Hinton” and a “chewicide” hotline, in an attempt to get around the evil censors, and he got three days in solitary. Again, supervised probation upon release but a much longer period.

He is unrepentant. He is incensed about gasoline prices, as are we all, and freely sharing his thoughts on the policies of the current administration regarding drilling and energy. He refuses to be silenced and the more the censors threaten him and try to hold him down, he is more and more vocal.

It’s hard not to respect that!

I suggested he give up social media for Lent, even though we aren’t Catholic. He’s a much happier person when he isn’t scrolling through pictures of rising gas prices, pictures of empty grocery shelves, and posts about politics.

It’s only a matter of time until they catch up with him again. His last three posts included accusing MSNBC pundits of taking hallucinogens, a photo of the White House Press Secretary as Pinocchio, and a meme about the Vice-President that said, “…if you gave her a penny for her thoughts, you’ll get change back.”

They’ll get him for those.

Meanwhile, I’ll just be over here minding my own business and posting pictures of my lunch. It’s much safer.

Pat Austin blogs at And So it Goes in Shreveport and at Medium; she is the author of Cane River Bohemia: Cammie Henry and her Circle at Melrose Plantation. Follow her on Instagram @patbecker25 and Twitter @paustin110.

By: Pat Austin

SHREVEPORT – It’s been a strange week. It started out with the Courir de Mardi Gras in Church Point, LA and ended in Facebook jail. Twice.

Let me explain.

We spend about five weeks a year – all throughout the year – in south Louisiana, specifically in Cajun country. New Orleans is quite another thing altogether but that’s not at all where we were. Cajun country is that mostly flat, prairie land around and including the Atchafalaya Basin. Stunningly beautiful, it is filled with the warmest, friendliest, happiest people I’ve met anywhere.

A few years ago on one of our trips, we met a couple in a bar on the Atchafalaya swamp who invited us to the Courir de Mardi Gras in Church Point, LA where they live. This is not the New Orleans kind of Mardi Gras that people think of. This festivity dates back literally hundreds of years to the very origins of the Cajun people themselves.

Well, Covid happened before we could take our new friends up on this invitation and a couple of years went by, but this year, we did it. And I’ve never seen anything like it. It was fabulous! What I love is how steeped in tradition it all is, and how utterly wild and fun it was to see.

We arrived as instructed, by 7:00 a.m. “because they going to close the roads!” As friends and family began to arrive, some still drunk from the night before, someone fired up a huge griddle on a table under the carport, and within minutes ham, eggs, and bacon were sizzling, biscuits appeared and someone opened the first beer of the day by 7:45.

The highlight of the day for me was the actual courir; only the men are allowed to participate in the chicken chase and they must be costumed and masked at all times. The costumes are traditional in nature with bright, multicolor scraps of fabric sewn all over them, conical hats, and masks of mesh and decorated with eyes, long noses, and grins. Everyone is unrecognizable.

We went to the first stop of the day; a lovely Acadian style home on a large piece of property. The spectators lined up in front of the house to watch. Soon, the costumed participants began to arrive en masse – on trailers, on horses, on foot, whooping, yelling, carrying cans of beer. After being granted permission to enter the gate by the homeowner, they lined up facing the house some distance away from the spectators. At the signal, they all let out shouts and yells and ran full steam ahead toward the spectators and began the chicken chase. It was hilarious as they fell, tripped, crawled on the ground, crawled between the legs of everyone standing by, untied our shoes, took our shoes, and scratched their palms in a silent request for money.

When you show empty pockets, the guys will flop down on the ground in mock tears. “I gotta make a gumbo!”

And that’s the point of the chicken chase, of course. By the end of the day the community shares a communal gumbo after several more stops of chicken chasing, a long parade through the country with floats, beads, and lots of horses. So many horses and costumed riders I’ve never seen before.

Our friends took us out onto the parade route in the middle of the country where we cooked boudin, pork steaks, hot dogs, and boudin stuffed jalapenos wrapped in bacon. One ice chest after another appeared, all filled with Jello shots of every imaginable color and flavor.

It was absolutely the wildest, most fabulous event I’ve ever seen in my life and I can’t believe I have lived in Louisiana this many years and never been to a courir de Mardi Gras before. It is absolutely the only way to celebrate Mardi Gras in my mind. It was amazing.

And so as much fun as all that was, it’s taken us a full week to recover. We are no spring chickens any more and all this debauchery leaves me wiped out.

And then my husband gets thrown in Facebook jail.

Ha! Well, it was only a matter of time. He’s a very vocal conservative and after being unable to speak his opinions freely for so many years due to his civil service career, once he retired, he felt perfect freedom to voice his disgust at this administration on Facebook. He was vocal during the last Democratic administration too – both terms of it. But, to be fair, he also uses social media to share corny jokes and to keep up with family. He has a love/hate relationship with Facebook.

So, like I said, it was only a matter of time until he got thrown in the Facebook Gulag. He got 24-hours for sharing a meme about a certain Arkansas presidential wife.  He was incensed! But, he promised to behave and decided that from now on he’d only share a joke of the day and get off of Facebook.

That was working out pretty well until the Facebook algorithms went back to a year ago and threw him right back into the Gulag for some meme he shared twelve months ago.

Now that he’s on their radar he’ll never get out and of course this is what they want. They want conservatives to give up and hush up.

So much for free speech, right? Toe the party line or be silenced.

Maybe we’ll just unplug and move to south Louisiana, get a houseboat, live on the swamp. Chase chickens at Mardi Gras, eat crawfish until we explode, boudin, and charbroiled oysters. Sounds a lot better than Facebook jail.

Up until this week I had never spent any time in FaceBook jail.  That was a fact I bore with considerable shame.  Most of my right leaning friends have been there multiple times.  I continuously post the same type of stuff that gets them sent to the FaceBook gulag, often much worse. 

I have long been jealous of those who have earned badges of honor for having become political prisoners, held incommunicado by the tyrannical regime of misfits who run what I frequently call FascistBook.  I have constantly upped my game, to no avail. 

My shame for not being sentenced to FaceBook jail was becoming unbearable.  I had no idea what I was doing wrong.  I kept comparing what I was posting versus those who paid a price for posting the truth.  I so saw no difference, yet I was denied the honor of earning a FaceBook jail campaign ribbon.

That all changed this past Tuesday when I saw the little box at the top left corner of my wall.  In the center of that box was the words account restricted.  That little box meant that I had finally earned my badge of honor.  I did celebrate when I saw this.  I celebrated by having a second pint of my homebrewed India Pale Ale.

I am no stranger to censorship by socialist media.  Well over a year ago I earned the coveted lifetime ban by Twitter.  They took away my 12,000 followers along with all my posting privileges.  My crime was that I constantly posted the truth.  I posted stuff that contradicted official progressive narrative.  That is exactly what earned my current 90 day stay in FaceBook Jail.

My stay in FaceBook jail is proof that that company is nothing but a mob of petty tyrants who believe that freedom of speech only applies to those who parrot the official progressive narrative on every single issue.  That goes against everything the United States of America stands for.  It is the type of behavior that is commonplace in tyrannical dictatorships.

When I saw the account restricted box I clicked on it and received a listing of the offences that led to my 90 day stint in jail. They were a listing of every single one of the phony fact checks FascistBook has hit me with.  That was an exceptionally lengthy list.  I constantly earn them because I post the truth whenever I encounter it.  When I get hit with a fact check I challenge it by attaching one of series of photos to it.  One of the photos reads “lets start calling fact checking what it is, Censorship.”  Another photo reads “George Orwell called them Thought Police, FaceBook calls them fact checkers.”

FaceBook sentenced me to a 90 day stay in jail because I post the truth about the Wuhan Flu, the carnage caused by the covid vaccines, the failures of lockdowns, mask mandates, the theft of the election from President Trump, and so much more.

I will not let my stay in FaceBook jail silence me in the slightest.  I will not change my posting habits at all.