It has been over 48 hours since Facebook banned me and I'm feeling the strain. I don't know how much longer I can hold out. It seems like a lifetime since I've been insulted by other Facebook users, been belittled by feminists for being a white male, been called racist by liberals who had no intelligent response to fact, been called a misogynist for posting something positive about Trump who exposed women for letting him "grab them by the pussy" because he was a star, or any number of other things I have to endure on a daily basis. I'm a white, Christian male, so I deserve such punishment, after all. How am I supposed to live without the punishment and abuse? I NEED Facebook.
No, no. I must stay strong. I can't let this get to me. I've gone without being insulted before. I know that I can do this. I don't know how long I'm in the slammer for this time, but if you can't do the time, don't do the crime of speaking the truth. It's a very unpopular thing to do these days. Still, I must try. I'm related to George Washington and I cannot tell a lie. If I let Uncle George down, he might haunt me. I... MUST... STAY... STRONG. I don't know, though. I'm starting to feel a little liberal, Muslim, and gay. No, no. Shake it off, Cal. There is more at stake here than being accepted by Facebook.
Oh, Fakebook, PLEASE let me back on!
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