Let’s consider a parallel here. One of the reasons I canned my FB account was because of animal torture porn. Here’s what I mean: every goddamned conservation company and bleeding heart animal rights group (don’t misunderstand me, I love and cherish animals, but what these groups do is appalling) sent me videos of orangutans on fire. Babies with their hands cut off cuddling dead mothers. Baby elephants on fire. Dogs with all their paws cut off. You might as well set ME on fire the fucking pain this caused me. I cannot UNSEE it. And they think that by shoving this shit in my face I”m going to send them money, which only goes towards bombarding more unsuspecting people with these videos? What on EARTH are they thinking? I simply shut down. For precisely the same reasons. I cannot any longer allow such sewage into my consciousness. It is well nigh enough that I see animal abuse all over the world. All I can do is heal those I touch. That HAS TO BE ENOUGH. To these shit slingers who think that a burning baby elephant is going to make me want to send them money. You. Should. Be. Set. On. Fire. That way rather than film that baby elephant you might have some fucking empathy for what that creature is going through. SHAME ON YOU. SHAME ON YOU. SHAME ON YOU. Because all you’re doing is perpetrating porn for those sick enough to torture animals in the first place. Why? Know this: if the ultra uber poor find out that they will get paid for a video of a burning animal, (that your organization believes it needs to justify funding) just what the holy fuck do you think they’re going to do, you dimwits?

Not that I feel strongly about it but there you are. In this way, social media is a scourge for all the worse that already lies dormant in us all. It just turned on the spigot, and we are drinking it all down. Unless, of course, you turn it off. Very, very little of it reaches me any more, and it’s right remarkable how much more sane, happy, and useful I am to those around me. Including many, many animals. Just saying.