Ordinarily, I would be reading now . . . researching, outlining, preparing to offer my take on some significant piece of world news, or perhaps simply taking a verbal stroll through some little-known bits of ancient history for today’s blog posting.

But I’m not doing that today, because I’m still trying to decide whether to continue battling Facebook’s censors, or call it quits.

Someone close to me, who is very smart, is of the opinion that the decisions as to the appropriateness of FB postings and whether or not to remove them — what I call censorship — may possibly be made, not by real people, but by AI technology. He is an IT professional, and much more knowledgeable about such things than I could ever hope to be, so I take him seriously.

And if he is correct . . . well, even the remote possibility scares the bejeezus out of me.

Simply put, I do not want my life controlled by ‘bots, or creatures that exist only on an imaginary “cloud,” or in the “metaverse,” or whatever it’s called.

This is not George Orwell’s 1984 . . . but it’s beginning to feel more and more like it. And we need to stop before it becomes impossible to distinguish what is real from what isn’t, and we all wind up in rubber rooms under the control of the few people — the mad geniuses who created the technology in the first place — who still know the truth.

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But about all that spare time I mentioned: It appears from the foregoing that I’ll be spending at least some of it writing about things that bother me.

Be forewarned, readers.

Just sayin’ . . .

Brendochka
12/1/24