I wrote this a few days ago on FB, because I’m out. 🙂
I’m paring down my FB presence. For the last week I’ve only been on for a brief time each day. I’ll be taking that down even further. I’ll be posting links when I blog for the people who stick around. There’s a few groups I use here that I can’t get the equivalent resource anywhere else yet (but I’m currently banned from posting in all groups anyway). And that’s about it. Basically, I’m done being a content creator for those censorious pieces of shit.
Guys like me write stuff which gets shared hundreds of times and gets thousands of people commenting/participating. FB uses that free content to keep people corralled here so they can mine your data. And then when us content creators get uppity, they fuck us over with impunity while their ideological allies get a pass. But then we come crawling back again and again, like abused trailer park wives, because we don’t want to abandon the kids (as in the communities we spent the last ten years building before the relationship turned abusive). I’ve stuck around because I didn’t want to hurt my business/sales. It is still the best place to reach the most people the fastest. We made it that way. All us content creators foolishly moved over there back when Facebook promised to be one thing. Now that they’ve pulled a bait and switch, the content creators feel trapped. In good conscience, this can’t continue.
I’m done helping those parasites. Facebook is trash. We all know it. We’ve all seen it. We’re just there because of inertia. Over the last decade, working with some stupendous moderators and great fans, we built a gigantic, thriving, fun, fan page here on Facebook. It’s one of the bigger author fan pages on the internet where the author can still actually talk to his fans. Being able to interact there was great. But Facebook took that from me on a whim.
They banned me from my own group because of what I MIGHT say.
However we prepared a fallback. There’s another Monster Hunter Nation fan page over on MeWe. LINK I’ll be posting there instead from here on. If the fans want to keep posting there, great, but I won’t be. I can’t even post this to my own FB fan page, which illustrates just how screwed up this situation is. We’ll see how long that lasts, until Big Tech finds some way to squish every place they can’t control. My primary place will still be here on my blog, monsterhunternation dot com. There is an email newsletter you can sign up for which is only book related stuff, no politics. I’m on MeWe under my same name. I was on Parler as @monsterhunter45, though I never really used it, and I have no idea if that place is going to survive. I’ll be looking into other alternatives as well.
So for the last few days I’ve avoided Facebook entirely (while the fan page on MeWe gained a couple thousand new members), and I had three of the most productive writing days I’ve had in months. Then last night I checked my FB feed for a few minutes to see what I missed..
Very first notification, some random crazy stranger had tagged me in a post screaming at me about Sad Puppies (which was like 6 years ago) and how I was a crybaby loser, and something about QAnon(?). Beats me. I just instablocked and kept scrolling.
There were probably a bunch of other random assholes tagging me to scream at me (there always are) but I didn’t scroll through the notifications far enough to tell. (random nobodies always feel the need to “call me out” for some inexplicable reason, and I’m like dude, George Martin at the height of his fame “called me out” for 40,000 words of sanctimonious blog posts and it didn’t do shit. Who are you?)
So then I scrolled through my feed. There was lots and lots of links to Proper Media and gloating and virtue signaling about the end of our “national nightmare” by total strangers which I’m being shown for some baffling reason. Then there were posts by my actual friends, only anything they said which deviated from leftist orthodoxy usually had comments from angry self-righteous types trying to shame/browbeat/gaslight them into compliance.
And then the last post I read? Some local dude I friended years ago for reasons I can’t even remember posted a giant screed about how he was butt hurt and outraged because he walked into a blue collar automotive business, and some of the employees weren’t wearing masks. (GASP!) So he did his business in abject terror of looming death (he’s around my age) and immediately afterwards reported the business to their corporate headquarters and the state health department so those evil murderous (probably scraping by on just over minimum wage) employees could get fired and their (probably struggling) franchise owner could get fined into bankruptcy. Then all the comments were people telling this hero how stunning and brave he was.
At that point I closed the page, assured I was making the right call. Any loss of sales I get from no longer participating in that cesspool will more than be made up for by improvements to my mood. If leaving Facebook means that I’m going to be in a “right wing echo chamber” (as I’m continually warned by my co-dependent friends who have become accustomed to the endless abuse masquerading as “dialog”) so be it. That sounds splendid. 😀