“Can I get one million likes for this child with cancer?”
“Keep scrolling past this photo of Jesus if you want to deny him in public”
“Let’s get a thousand likes for this homeless vet”
Every day my Facebook feed is littered with these ridiculous posts, usually put up by people with a French flag, rainbow or other profile pic that shows me how malleable and silly the person is.
We live in an era of faux-activism, or “slacktivism” as it has become known.
People raising awareness for things everyone in the world is already aware of, acting as if someone clicking the “like” button on a Facebook post has some value in the real world. Newsflash – the kid will still have cancer, Jesus (if he exists) doesn’t give a shit about your social media feed and the homeless vet is still hungry, cold and homeless – and you are still an idiot. Thank god Thomas Jefferson didn’t live today – instead of a revolution, he would have been sitting at a desk trying to get a million “likes” for his “Death to the Redcoats” Facebook page.
One of the few moments that caught my attention in the new Hunger Games movies, was the early stages of the revolt – when peasants charge the gate of a Capitol-controlled city, the first wall of them being gunned down, to make way for the charging horde to overtake the Peacemakers. Knowing they would die – willing to do so because they believed in their cause. That attitude is sorely lacking in America today. We see it in our enemies, who willingly detonate themselves to, in their mind, further their cause.
On the flip-side, morbidly obese Americans sit in front of a computer screen and complain. They complain about being offended, they complain about which race’s lives “matter” more, they complain about being judged because they are fat, they complain about the color of coffee cups, they complain about who said Merry Christmas or Happy Holidays, they complain about people who respond to their complaints – they bitch and moan incessantly to their online friends – and they accomplish nothing.
Those who do, accomplish. Those who do are the gods of those who do not. If posting on social media was an actual form of doing, think how much these oxygen-wasting drains on humanity would accomplish every day.
Your Facebook page, if you even bother to have one, should be filled with shit you are doing – not shit you are complaining about. You want to help a kid with cancer? I’d rather see a pic of you volunteering at the local cancer center than begging for likes for a stupid stock photo of a bald kid. Want to spread your desert religion to the masses? Stop acting like a chinless idiot on Facebook – it makes me think all people who follow your religion are like you. Want to help a homeless vet? Go help a homeless vet you lazy bastard. Hate the Redcoats? Go start a fucking revolution and win a war!
Other than getting away from your computer and getting out in the real world to “do”, how should you deal with people who refuse this sage advice and continue to spread their virus-like drivel on your page? Cut them out of your life. They are takers, they take away your time. They poison your day with their utter stupidity. Go through your friends list today – identify those who do not add to your life, who don’t inspire you, who annoy you with their misinformed or slacktivist posts – and hack them out of your life forever. You don’t have 1,478 friends – that list is filled with these idiots. Purge – and purge with abandon. Add to your life by removing these genetic flaws from it.