Give me your answer, fill in a form
Mine forever more
Will you still Friend me
Will you still Link me
When I'm dissin' yours?
(with much apologies to the Beatles)
Do you Facebook?
Me, too. Though I swore a while back I was chunking my card-carrying privileges. But I didn't. What the heck, Quakers are American as mom's apple pie, aren't they? We're all Friends, right?
As usual, I can't resist adding my two cents which usually turns into two dollars' worth. Ignorance and soap-boxing just beg to get in a dunking booth together, and carny mountebanks thrive in a FB environment.
I recently discovered some shysterism in a Friend's ranting about those horrid, wicked, stupid, small-college educated, communistic Liberals who tell lies and whom surely will be the cause of the eventual downfall of America and Wheaties cereals as we know it. Said Friend was so busy trying to win that coveted gold statue, Snipemeister of the Year, that he sort of accidentally (I am so sure that it was) plagiarized only a teeny bit.
It didn't take me even five Googling minutes to find the smarmy political site the Friend
Kman shook his head and told me I was a glutton for punishment and crap usually stinks worse when you stir it.
True enough words, but my own First Amendment Rights came with this addendum in small print at the bottom of the page:
Pssst...To KEEP us, you must USE us, especially when needing to cause a bonafide STINK!
(It has been rumored this passage was added quite clandestinely by Abraham Baldwin - a senator from Georgia and said to be the early patriarch of those pesky but adorable Baldwin boys...compare faces and you be the judge!)
Always natty dressers, those Baldwins.
And hey, to quote that groovy songster of the 70's, Carole King, who was the founder of the original Friending movement way back in the 20th century:
Ain't it good to know that you've got a friend
When people can be so cold
They'll hurt you, and desert you
And take your soul if you let them
Oh, but don't you let them
You just call out my name
And you know wherever I am
I'll come running to see you again
Winter, spring, summer or fall
All you have to do is call
And I'll be there
You've got a friend