This year I have done more and more to avoid the SNAZU (Situation Normal, All Zucked Up) and to remove Google and it myriad tentacles from my private life.

For the life of me I have never understood why anyone would put all their writing, spreadsheets, passwords, and even banking and credit card info in Google World and not think the effers are also taking all of that and applying it to one’s “permanent record.”

And FB has become the last bastion of hope for woke, non-tolerant “tolerant” asshats, and cancel culturing effers whose typical response to something that runs against their distorted POVs.

This year, it remains on my iPhone, but only on the last section where the icons live, and not on my active apps.

Insta is there, too.

I previously would game the scammers and walk them along for two weeks or so in hopes I was sucking time from them they’d not be attacking someone who didn’t realize it.

Many of them have gotten so good you can’t take their initial photos over to Google search and find they have 10 profiles with the same pic and the real person is a Usephuckistan model.

But game them long enough and they will slip up.

IG and FB is where these Richard Craniums (Dickheads) thrive.

“Oh, let’s chat on WhatsApp cos it’s easier for me and most of my family is there!”

Me: Naw, WA doesn’t work on my phone,” I reply.

“But I want to tell you about blockchain!”

That’s as far as it goes.

You report them, LinkedIn has become the same way, and they’ve either deleted the account or Meta tells you the photos of their nipples hanging out doesn’t violate their rules against nudity.

So, yeah. FB is so close to becoming MySpace.