Why I returned to Facebook:

I devour media. That’s something I had to admit to myself. Maybe it comes from the time when I was active in journalism. Podcasts, news, current events non-fiction books, Twitter, YouTube, and Facebook. Like my love of music it’s just part of who I am.

And to be honest, I missed it. I missed the contact with my friends and family. I missed the banter and the humor. I missed sharing my thoughts and feelings. Yes, I told people I have a personal website, but people on Facebook, regardless of how much they like me, are not going to check my site every few days for new content. (As an aside, recent events in my personal life put a damper on my writing for a while.)

The other thing I realized, and I truly believe this, is that we need to communicate as a nation. That means we have to find ways to break out of the self-imposed echo chambers we have created on Facebook and Twitter, and we need to engage with people who don’t necessarily share our particular viewpoints. I want to help us figure out how to do that.
We cannot solve any problem by walking away from it. You may call these excuses instead of reasons, and maybe the truth lies somewhere in the middle.

Trump’s trade policies are hurting those who voted for him:

I’m not gloating over the fact that America’s farmers, ranchers, and small companies, are being decimated by Trump’s useless and insane trade wars. It does not bring me pleasure to see people who voted for Trump being hurt by that decision.

John Mellencamp produced the groundbreaking “Scarecrow” album in the 1980s. He lives in the heartland, in Indiana, and witnessed the epidemic of suicide among family farmers and ranchers as they lost everything.

“Scarecrow” is just as relevant today as it was back then. American farmers and ranchers have been pushed to extinction by a host of complex and diverse problems, including competition from large corporations and international trade. But Trump’s mindless trade war is not going to help them, in fact, it will do the opposite.

I don’t care that many of these people voted for Trump. I have friends and fellows who voted for Trump. It brings me no pleasure to see their votes backfire so spectacularly.

These are my fellow countrymen. These are my fellow Americans. This is not about partisan or “identity” politics. This is about hard-working people who have been systematically squeezed by factors largely beyond their control. Am I going to “blame” them any more than I hold the 47% of Americans who didn’t vote accountable for where we are today? No. Who they voted for is irrelevant. In fact, I would hold accountable the politicians who have let our corporations run wild, the greed of those corporate leaders, and the American people who didn’t care enough to stand up for themselves and their fellows. Apathy and tribalism are as much to blame as people who voted against progressive candidates. That includes the apathy of the so-called “greatest generation,” the post WWII Americans who let this country atrophy and did nothing as the divide between the haves and the have nots grew. My parents were part of that generation. My father served in WWII. They were politically and socially active and they taught me how to be an activist. But there weren’t enough of us. There were, (and are,) too many Americans who failed to keep our government in check. Too many Americans who couldn’t be bothered to stand with Cesar Chavez and the farmworkers. Too many Americans who couldn’t be bothered to stand with the GLBT Community as we fought for our rights. Too many Americans who couldn’t be bothered to stand with people with HIV/AIDS as we fought for our lives.

And the level of complacency grew. As the cost of living outgrew the national wage, as the labor unions were attacked, as deregulation brought this country to its knees again and again.

I have nothing to gloat about. I have been an activist for most of my life and I don’t feel that I did enough.

So I’m no longer going to blame the farmers and ranchers and small business owners for how they voted. I feel ashamed of myself for letting petty politics and divisive rhetoric cloud my humanity. I became part of the problem instead of being part of the solution.
I think we have let the media, the web, the Russians, and most of all the politicians play us against each other.

“What you do to the least of my brothers you do to me.” Those words speak more loudly today than they did when Christ uttered them over 2,000 years ago.

Divisiveness and bigotry and selfishness have led us to this point. To beat the forces of darkness in our country and around the world we have to stand together. It’s past time to put aside our petty differences and fight together to take our country back. And it starts with a change in attitude. A change of heart.

A message of hope in a dark time:

We live in a very dark time. We cannot afford the dubious luxury of “sticking our heads in the sand” and hoping that it will all just go away. Everything is connected. We cannot help but feel the fear, anger, and despair that is all around us.

Jobs don’t pay enough and we are no longer valued by those who sign the paychecks. We are being treated as something disposable instead of valued for the contribution we make.

The price of everything is rising, particularly our food and housing costs. Most of us are not living, we are subsisting. The “American dream,” if it ever existed, has been shattered. Our friends and family members are being pushed out by skyrocketing housing costs and wages that cannot come close to meeting those needs.

Thanks to Russian aggression on our social media and politics, the increasing polarization caused by politicians and caustic pundits, and our self-imposed echo chambers on the Internet-we have forgotten the values that we share and the things our country was founded upon. The things that help us unify as Americans.

Suicide is once again becoming an epidemic, including those who overdose on opiates desperate to escape their pain.

Our children know how dark things are, and our fears become their fears. People look at our current state and question the wisdom of bringing a newborn into this world.

Our homeless Americans are growing in number. We are headed towards another recession that will be so much worse, and when it hits, the numbers of homeless will explode to a level that will shock all of us.

But we are also waking up. Even people who have been supporting the current regime in Washington are starting to open their eyes to the ugliness and casual cruelty that pervades our national politics. People are marching and demonstrating almost every day. As the Trump Administration shows more of its true face we find ourselves shouting “no more!” Every election in the past year has been a landslide for women, women of color, progressive people, and even GLBTQ candidates. This November will be a bloodbath for the Republican enablers who have allowed our country to sink to this point. It may not be obvious, but the Trump Administration is collapsing under its own ineptitude and corruption. Every day we see signs of our government failing to do its job. The legal system is catching up to Trump, his awful family, and his criminal cronies. They are the worst kind of grifters, so stupid they leave a paper trail detailing their crimes.

Faith and Hope would not mean much if we only relied upon them when things are bright and easy. Faith and Hope are by their very nature hard. We all have more faith and hope than we realize. It is those who have abandoned faith and hope that abandon life.

Things will get better, but they will not do so without action on our part. “Faith without works is dead.” It will take work on all our parts to help put this country back together. Work on top of what we’re doing now. As long as we are willing to step up and help we will heal this country and this world.

And we won’t forget this dark time. We won’t forget the selfishness, apathy, and inaction on all our parts that brought us to the brink of destruction. We will not wallow in guilt and shame over our mistakes and will not repeat them as long as we don’t forget them.
There is a brighter day ahead. We just need to work for it.

“In the end there are these three; faith, hope, and love. But the greatest of these is love.” (Kahlil Gibran.)

Cabo San Lucas – January 2018:

A fishing boat leaving Cabo San Lucas at sunrise.

In January of this year a friend lent us his beautiful four-bedroom four-bath condo in Cabo for a week. This incredibly generous friend is lending us the condo again this coming August, so I’m looking forward to that.

The view of Cabo from the balcony of our condo.

The sun rising as we set out for a day of fishing.

As we were coming back in this guy showed up to have our leftover bait:

These friendly guys didn’t jump into our boat, but our fishing guide says they sometimes do.

Cabo San Lucas is a desert located on a coastline so there are many different types of cacti about.

This variety of cacti is commonly known as “barrel cactus” for its obvious shape. People trying to survive in the desert often look for this kind of cactus because of its high water content.

One new experience that I had was something I’ve been wanting to try for long time – jet-skiing! It was as much fun as I thought it was going to be and I’m definitely doing it again at the next opportunity that presents itself! It reminded me of dirt-bike riding without having to shift gears and without the danger of crashing. On a jet-ski if you “wipe out” you basically fall off, the machine stops, and you climb back on.

So much fun!

Since we were right on the beach, and most of Cabo is also right on the beach, we often walked to and from dinner along the sand. Here are a few of the images we captured:

This is part of our environs in Cabo. The area next door had a “ship” that was a bar/restaurant.

Here’s a link to all the pictures Erik and I took.

It’s Always About Oil:

It’s Always About Oil:
Opinion by Phillip T. Alden
March 2018

As the title for this essay implies I’m going to talk about conflict and oil. I was born in 1964 and my oldest and closest friend was born a month after I was. We grew up together in Palo Alto, California, on the San Francisco Peninsula roughly halfway between the City and San Jose.

For as long as we’ve been alive and even before we were born we have agreed that every war in our nation’s extremely violent history, at least since World War II, has been about our insatiable greed and avarice for oil. The essence of not only Middle East conflicts, but conflicts all over the world have been and continue to be about oil. There are notable exceptions, although they are also always about resources. In sub-Saharan Africa the endless cycle of death and suffering has been about gem stones and precious metals, particularly metals used to make computer chips. But even in Africa the conflicts that weren’t about gems or precious metals have been and are still about oil. We can’t get enough of it.

Both Bush presidential administrations were all about oil. The Bush family made their fortune in the oil industry. George W. Bush’s Vice President, Dick Cheney, was an oil industry executive, as was former Secretary of State Condoleezza Rice. Rex Tillerson, an oil company executive, was our first Secretary Of State under the Trump Administration. Our national politics is rife with oil company executives and has been for decades. The three current wars that we’re aware of – Afghanistan, Iraq, and Syria – are about oil. The terrorists who caused the devastating 9/11 attacks were motivated by our ongoing support of Israel and our presence in the Saudi Arabia. “How do I know this? Because that’s what they fucking said!” (to quote David Cross.) Our divisive actions in support of the criminal government of Israel and the ongoing oppression of the people of Palestine is about oil through “regional stability.”

Yeah. Stable is what I’d call the Middle East.

The dedicated Americans who sign up to defend our country should not have their blood spilled to sate the greed of oil company executives, but sadly that’s what all too often happens. The people who suffer most are the innocent women and children who are caught in the crossfire or used as pawns in these violent games of endless avarice. Yet our politicians and oil companies don’t care about our soldiers or innocent civilians, and it’s never enough. Billions of dollars, more than these people could ever spend in multiple lifetimes, is never enough. There is a reason that Greed is one of the “seven deadly sins.” Greed owns those who succumb to it.

The Ukraine, Syria, Afghanistan, Iraq, Yemen – name the conflict and petro-dollars are behind it all. And too many so-called “patriotic Americans” don’t give a shit. It appalls me that some of our veterans are attacking the people who are trying to protect our country. Our politicians and some of these ignorant Americans are attacking the agencies who keep our country safe and the rest of us do nothing. What does it take? Are we going to let our country slide into fascism and kleptocracy? Some argue, with considerable merit, that we’re already there.

The recent hurricane that hit Houston revealed something that many Texans have known for years – that Houston is one giant toxic waste dump. After the hurricane the water that flooded into local homes was tested and found to contain levels of benzene that were over 100 times above the so-called “safety limit.” Let that seep into your mind for a moment, like the benzene that is seeping in to the bodies of every man, woman and child in the greater Houston area. And benzene is only one of the many caustic chemicals used to refine – you guessed it – oil.

Let me relate a personal experience: I lived in Austin, Texas for about five years. For a relatively short period of that time I had a partner named Jeffrey, who was a native of Corpus Christi, Texas. Corpus is along the same Gulf Coast as Houston, and like Houston, Corpus Christi is a major oil-refining city. Jeff used to tell me that he could stand outside his childhood home, throw a rock in any direction, and hit an oil refinery. Refinery explosions were so common that oil company representatives would routinely make the rounds and write checks to replace the broken windows. Jeffrey had serious mental illness and so did most of his family. Five years after we broke up, due in no small part to that mental illness, Jeffrey took his own life. How much growing up in a toxic waste dump contributed to that mental illness is unknown, but there has been a proven correlation between mental illness and long-term exposure to toxic waste.

We went down to Corpus once while we were together. We visited the site where Jeff’s childhood home once stood. I could have easily thrown a rock in any direction and hit an oil refinery. I was flabbergasted. That evening I stood in our hotel room at the Marriot and looked down on the city of Corpus Christi. To my left was the bucolic seaside that draws thousands of Texans each year and the homes of local residents. To my right were multiple oil refineries. A tanker was making its way out to the Gulf from a river that divided the city. I will never forget that view, and after that night I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there.

Millions of people live in Houston. After the devastating hurricane that destroyed much of the city of New Orleans many of the residents sought refuge in Houston and live there still. Talk about out of the frying pan and into the fire. Houston, Galveston and Corpus Christi, and every city in between, are huge toxic waste sites.

There is an area of San Francisco on the southern edge of the city called Hunters Point. It was the former site of Candlestick Park where the Giants played baseball for many years. Near the highway 101 side are new condos. The other side of Hunters Point is a predominately black neighborhood with the closed navel shipyard on the very tip of the point. The residents of Hunters Point have been fighting for years to close a dirty power plant and to prompt cleanup of numerous former military waste sites. Land developers have hungrily eyed the long-closed Hunters Point Navel Shipyard, but the land sits undeveloped. The reason is obvious; the former shipyard is a super-superfund toxic waste site. The Navy would love to sell it, but it’s prohibitively expensive to clean up the site. It’s actually a question mark if the site can be cleaned up at all.

My father worked for Lockheed Missiles and Space in Sunnyvale, on the Peninsula just south of my hometown of Palo Alto. Next to the site is Moffett Field, a former military airfield. It was closed during the Bush I Administration but partially reopened after the 9/11 attacks. The California Air National Guard base is still there. Lockheed has been replaced by office towers that house Amazon, Motorola, and other tech companies. On the airfield is the historic “Hanger One.” At one time it was the largest dirigible hanger in the United States and it remains a historic site. For the past ten-plus years it has been a skeletal metal frame. The reason; the original skin of the hanger was made with asbestos, a proven cancer-causing agent. Moffett Field itself is a superfund toxic waste site, as were multiple areas surrounding the airfield before they were cleaned up. The land values are obscenely high, which is emblematic of the San Francisco Peninsula.

The federal government claims that Moffett Field remains an active airfield due to anti-terrorism defense following the 9/11 attacks, but every site surrounding the field has been cleaned up at the cost of billions of taxpayer dollars. They have subsequently been developed and sold for billions of dollars. The levels of jet fuel and other chemicals in the bay adjacent to the runways are off the charts, the fish inedible.

My father died of cancer shortly before he was set to retire. There has been no known link between his work and his death but it gives one pause.

My point is that, while the military-industrial complex has poisoned areas of my home, the oil industry continues to poison American citizens unlucky enough to live near their refineries. People do not choose where they are born and raised, and many people cannot just “up and move” to a less polluted place. But even if they could we would still have poisoned land and waterways, and would still have an industry that has no desire to stop polluting or clean up their mess. If you stood beside me in that Corpus Christi hotel room you would likely be as appalled as I was.

The War in Syria has caused a humanitarian disaster and chemical weapons have been used on both civilians and soldiers in violation of just about every treaty in existence. Both the United States and Russia are directly involved in this dirty and immoral war. The war has become extremely personal for about fifty Russian families whose relatives were recently killed in Syria. Russian contractors from a company called Wagner were advancing on an area inside a rebel-held area of Syria. The U.S. military warned them that a bombing run was already underway and that they should pull back immediately. Either through a communications mix-up, or a callous disregard for the safety of their own people, Wagner personnel entered the area and were subsequently killed. The Russian government has not returned the bodies to the families nor even confirmed that they were killed. “We have nothing more to say on the matter” was the official statement from the Russian government. The bereaved families have said that many of their members worked for Wagner under extremely dangerous conditions because they were desperate for work.

The area in question is an oil field. It is currently inoperable due to the instability of the area but Putin and his buddies wanted it taken, even at the cost of fifty of their own people.

Afghanistan is a terribly poor country whose citizens have suffered centuries of invaders and endless years of tribalism, corruption, and governmental ineptitude. The fall of the Soviet Union was caused partly by years of Russian invasion of the country. The United States invaded the country even though it was clear that the people behind the 9/11 terrorist attacks were hiding in the tribal areas of Pakistan. Steve Coll’s latest book, “Directorate S,” reveals the disaster that is the Afghanistan/Pakistan War. Both countries should be named when referring to this conflict because they are inexorably linked. So why did both the Bush II and Obama administrations stay mired in a war that we are still involved in to this day? Why do we keep propping up a corrupt and inept government? There are actually numerous reasons and I highly recommend reading the book to understand it fully. My point here again is that Afghanistan has a lot of oil and mineral wealth. Donald Trump has openly and publically talked about raping the country for its mineral wealth. You could almost see him drooling at the very thought.

Trumps latest attacks on foreign steel and aluminum producers has been part of a larger scheme to hobble renewable energy industries like solar and wind. The administration’s attacks on our national parks and protected areas is about going after oil and mineral deposits. Even while we ample reserves of both oil and natural gas it’s never enough. The oil companies and mining companies suffer from the disease of More. More oil. More spoiled lands and polluted rivers. More billions of dollars atop their already obscene wealth. We cannot cure them of the disease of More. We cannot appeal to their humanity or sense of decency because they have none. We will never change their minds or their thinking.

But we can fight them and we can keep them in check. The starting point is acknowledging that oil is behind most of our international problems and many of our domestic ones. We can reign them in through environmental laws and regulation. Believe it or not, most American citizens are not wealthy oil executives. When their actions are criminal we can prosecute and jail them. We can elect people who will represent our interests instead of theirs. We can demand change and stop the pollution of our country. We can demand an end to wars of aggression over oil. We can uphold the human rights of Syrians, Afghanis, Iraqis, Palestinians and Africans. We can hold these people accountable and shine the light of law and regulation on them and their actions.

Our country was founded on principles of freedom and care of our lands and our bodies. It was not founded on the desires of greedy oil company executives. It’s way past time to start demanding more of our representatives and less of our oil companies. We can demand that the lives and minds of our young men and women who serve our country are not wantonly spent for the greed of a few. We have to start with accountability, regulation, and criminal and environmental investigation. The students of Parkland have reminded us that we have the power, not the gun lobby or the oil lobbies. We have to reject the status quo.

Our country is better than that. We are better than that. We can save billions of dollars in energy costs and generate billions of tax income to benefit the 99% of us instead of the 1%. We can and must save our land, our people, and our world from this scourge.

Observations on the first three episodes of “Oliver Stone’s Untold History Of The United States:

Eps. 1-3 – Oliver Stone’s Untold History Of The United States:
Observations of Phillip T. Alden
March 21, 2018

Here’s the Netflix link to the series.
iMDB Rating: 8.7

Aside from confirming that much of what I learned in primary school was total bullshit, wretchedly incomplete, and “white”-washed. No surprise there. Nor was the racism of all those fine men we were supposed to admire. What I have learned is that Roosevelt capitulated to war dogs because he was tired, Henry A. Wallace was screwed out of the renomination for Roosevelt’s Vice President by monied interests and by anti-democracy moves at the Democratic National Convention. Harry Truman was installed in his place. 81 days later Roosevelt dies and Truman becomes President of the United States.

I learned that Truman was a virulent racist against both blacks and asians and one can only wonder what additional groups of humans he thought were less than. I wasn’t really surprised to read that Truman also committed genocide when he dropped the first two atomic bombs of the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki. Through study as an adult I learned that the Japanese army was already finished, thanks in no small part to “terrorist” bombings of civilian cities by the U.S. military, and largely to the attack of the Soviet Union against Japanese forces in the east. We made promises to the Soviet Union that we later broke after we had nuked Japan and the war was over. Truman and most of his generals are war criminals. They are not heroes or patriots. Truman himself was monster who murdered 500,000+ people, a) just to show the rest of the world, particularly Stalin, that he had this world-ending weapon and was prepared to use it, and b) as revenge for Pearl Harbor.

And the man I knew nothing about, Henry A. Wallace, was the true patriotic American who tried to fight against the dropping of the atomic bomb, and worked for peace for the rest of his life. The rest of them, Rosevelt included, were either weak and/or hateful men without a shred of humanity among them, who through their actions set the stage of the Cold War, the Korean War, and Vietnam.

I can hardly wait for what the next three episodes are going to teach me about people who I was supposed to idolize. Of course part of the problem there is that just wasn’t the kind of kid who idolized powerful white racist assholes. When I chose my heroes it was based on my own criteria, not some nationalistic bullshit. Unsurprisingly many of my heroes are artists, writers and musicians. Not all. Chuck Yeager is one of my heroes. If you want to find out why I’d recommend starting by reading “All The Right Stuff” by Tom Wolfe. As a starting point.

So if you ask me if guys like Doug McArthur and Harry S. Truman are men I admire I would emphatically respond in the negative. And although I am learning a lot watching his series, Oliver Stone did not teach me that.

Why I killed my Facebook account:

Essay by Phillip Alden.

This essay has been edited and updated.

It wasn’t an easy decision. Many of my friends and family members are on the social media platform. But many are not. The reasons the latter group gives for their decision strike me as more authentic and logical than the reasons given by the former.

I used to be on a social media platform called Live Journal. It was bought by a Russian media group so my friends and I began using a new social media platform called Facebook.

FB has been proven to be a tool of those who seek to divide us, whether it’s domestic hate groups or foreign governments. I believe that Mark Zuckerberg cannot fix this problem due to the inherent flaws in his product that have been exposed and exploited, and continue to be. I also believe that Mr. Zuckerberg does not want to fix the problem even if he could. Any truly effective solution would be so restrictive that it would hobble the product and destroy Facebook’s marketing function, if it could be done at all.

Another aspect is my own behavior. For over a year now I’ve been posting negative news articles about FB on FB! It seems more than just a little hypocritical of me to slam a media platform that I continue to use. I’m not going to change the behavior of Facebook and more and more I’m finding that I’m supporting something that I dislike. I want to be free to criticize something that I find increasingly toxic and detrimental to everyone.

I have a personal website, a Twitter account, and a Linked-In profile. I’m not abandoning the web.

“If you’re not part of the solution you’re part of the problem.”

That expression is only relevant to very specific situations. Used outside of that small arena it can be useless to downright damaging. It can easily be used to attack a person or group of people. In the case of Facebook, however, it’s both accurate and relevant. The bad actors trying and succeeding to manipulate us through social media can only do so with our consent and active participation. Despite arguments to the contrary Facebook is not an information portal. I have little doubt that if the company has not already hired some young hungry twenty-somethings with journalism degrees it soon will, or greatly increase their numbers. That doesn’t make Facebook a news organization and it never will. Attempts to “launch a news feature” will fail miserably. Most of the activity I see involves us getting our news from somewhere else and then sharing it. I cannot recall how many times I have read and/or posted an article only to see it reposted four days later. I have posted stories that I later learned were inaccurate and/or “white”-washed to the detriment of my non-white friends and people of color in general. I’ve seen articles posted from journalism sources that I wouldn’t bother to wipe my feet upon.

The point is that I do not use or need Facebook to stay informed, (and thank the Universe for that!) There are many news sources out there and a few of them are actually worth reading. But as both recent and past experience has taught me I often need to check my sources. I’m old enough to remember when that was a job done by the people producing the news.

I grew up watching Walter Cronkite deliver the news. I met the man in person. I liked him and so did my dog, a genuine feeling that Uncle Walter returned. I was mortified when Sam jumped into Cronkite’s limo, but he just gently put my dog back out. As he was leaving he said; “Take care of Sam.” I promised him that I would. A class-act and a very kind man. He had been at Stanford to give a public lecture and Sam and I were lucky enough to get in to the talk. He even granted me a question. It would only be later in life when I learned just how much Walter Cronkite cared about all kids, both in America and around the world. I wept on the day he died.

Walter Cronkite was the journalist that all journalists aspired to be. He was not a “news personality” and he had no inflated ego that constantly needed stroking. I think Uncle Walter would look at TV journalism today, and with a few exceptions, be disgusted with the lot of them. When Walter Cronkite said something on TV he was as sure as he could be that he was reporting fact. He never editorialized. No producer would dare to ask him to lie or put a lie into his hands. Nobody could find a shred of falsehood in him. He was happily married to his wife, Mary Elizabeth Maxwell, and he was never involved in sexual harassment or any other unscrupulous dealings. He was dedicated to improving education in our country and everywhere in the world and was active in that noble work until his death.

I believe that Uncle Walter would at least look at Facebook askance if not with outright alarm. I highly doubt that he would have an account on Facebook, Twitter, YouTube or Live Journal. If he had any web presence outside of an email account he would most likely have a website. I believe he would be as appalled at the state of TV news and print news as he would be by Facebook and the toxicity of our national discourse.

And now comes the Cambridge Analytica scandal, atop all the previous and upcoming scandals. That by simply being a Facebook user my data was used to help elect Donald Trump is a thought that sickens me. None of us read those user agreements we so willingly click “yes” upon. Even many lawyers don’t read the damn things. I think that speaks to the larger argument about what we agree to when we buy a product or use a service, but that could be the subject for a whole series of essays.

What it comes down to is individual choice. I chose to stop using Live Journal when it was bought by a Russian media company, admittedly partly because Facebook had come into being and was gaining in popularity. I chose to start using Facebook for a number of reasons. Since that time the platform has become much more than what it was in the beginning, and obviously much more dark. So new I’m choosing to end my relationship with the product. I can no longer be a participant in a system that is damaging to my country and unwilling to change. I can no longer support such a company. And I can no longer be a Facebook hypocrite.