As many of you know, I have a Facebook page called Blessed Little Blog.
It exists for only one purpose: to serve as a place where I can post a link to new articles on this blog. Some people follow this blog via WordPress and get an email when there is a new article. Some people prefer to follow by being notified by Facebook. Either way works.
What I won’t do is get drawn into debate on the Facebook page.
I created this blog off of Facebook in the first place for a reason.
Facebook is a free platform. It’s a private company. It has its own rules. Sometimes they are reasonable. Sometimes they are incomprehensible to me. But the truth is that people can, and do, engage in a whole lot of game-playing on Facebook. People report a comment and Facebook takes it down. Then they are retaliated against, and the goal becomes taking them down. Back and forth, forever.
One of Nicole’s leghumpers came to the Blessed Little Blog Facebook page last night.
After making a lengthy comment full of questions, she went back to Nicole and reported in.
Holy run-on sentence, right? But she makes it sound like she just really doesn’t understand and really wants to. She’s tired of negativity, so she hangs out endlessly on Nicole’s pages, because it’s all so positive there.
It took me a minute or two to process what was happening. For the record, nobody was rude to her. A couple of other people commented.
Here’s what was going on.
This comment was made about two hours before she came to my page and started with the “I just want to understand” stuff.
She, of course, didn’t want to understand anything.
She wanted to provoke either me or somebody else into making a comment or two or three that Nicole and company could then report to Facebook and get my page taken down or reprimanded or something.
It’s the Facebook game.
I took most of that exchange down.
This is what she had to say right after she reported back to Nicole about her bravery.
I thought about all this for a bit.
I do not want discussion of any kind on that Facebook page. I do not want to have to worry about it. I just want a place where I can post links to articles that are here. Anyone who wishes to comment, and that includes Stacey Tiano, can do so if they want, but they need to do it here, off Facebook.
So I had to figure out a way to stop comments.
It took me a little while to do that, but stop them I did. If you comment on the FB page, you’ll think that your comment went through. It will look to you like it did. It will also look like it did to your friends.
But it didn’t. Nobody else can see it, so don’t bother doing it.
Come here. Comment away. Disagree with me vehemently if you wish. Be reasonable and polite. Think before you type or at least before you hit enter.
But let’s avoid the Facebook games.
Let me explain something to you, Stacey.
Whoever replied to you was me, Stacey.
Why do you think that you’re so special that you can come pepper me with questions and have me take time to answer every one of them? Why should I do that? Why should I bother, especially when I have already answered them fifty bazillion times right here on this blog? Are you not capable of reading?
If you already know everything, why did you ask?
You didn’t ask because you wanted information, did you? If you want to know something, you just ask Joe or Nicole, right? So why ask me?