Deactivation of Facebook-The 10-Day Mid-Term Election Challenge
DEACTIVATE FACEBOOK, INSTAGRAM, AND TICK TOCK ON OCTOBER 31, 2022 AT 9 AM PACIFIC AND JOIN THE CORPORATE REVOLUTION OR REMAIN AN ANALYTIC
Mark Zuckerberg has been a very naughty billionaire. The headlines and stock prices speak for themselves.
Mark Zuckerberg bilked us all. Zuckerberg tapped into our collective emotional weakness and made billions of dollars off our whimsical thoughts. He created an industry to harvest our personal data and desires. Along the way, our collective psychology has been altered. People have been altered from human beings in touch with nature and the past to permanent vain seeking wannabe influencers.
Facebook is a pestilence. In England, social media was listed as the cause of death for a teen that took her own life. Social media is killing our loved ones and members of our dying community. Facebook & Instagram make people sick. Never mind that Zuckerberg colluded with the FBI to suppress the Hunter Biden laptop story, suppressed vaccine information, hid information that his product caused teen suicide and mental health, and who knows what else.
It is undeniable that many lack the emotional maturity to use social media. Everyone knows someone who masquerades on Facebook as someone they truly are not. It becomes too painful to watch. Facebook and Instagram have provided the mentally ill with a platform upon which to brag about their fake and meaningless exploits.
In the midst of this all, now is the time like no other to strike Facebook with a fatal blow. To lash back at Zuckerberg for all that he has used us for and altered our society for the worse. That is why I am calling for the mass Deactivation of Facebook now. Facebook is like a wounded beast that must be finished. Americans must not allow Facebook the chance to regroup.
When I had Facebook, I remember this stellar high school athlete from 1999 nominating people for 10 days to post their favorite football moments. It seemed like there were always post-challenges. The Facebook challenges made me nauseous because those that participated were only doing it for their own vanity. But I guess I have to use this Facebook stuff to my own advantage.
I nominate the Detroit-based rap group Insane Clown Posse to deactivate their Facebook and all social media accounts for 10-days. I request that Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope compel all Juggalos under their control to deactivate their Facebook and social media accounts starting on October 31, 2022 for 10 days. I make this Facebook nomination without having a Facebook page myself. I forsook all social media two years ago.
ICP has been nominated for their punk rock virtues and the control they maintain over their minions, the Juggalos. The Insane Clown Posse or ICP are hardcore rappers from Detroit proper. The founders of ICP Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope came up in the decline and fall of the industrial age and the drug wars of Detroit during 1980s and 1990s. They are about as hardcore as it gets. ICP embodies pride in Detroit like Kid Rock, but in a more authentic way that you would only understand if you grew up in the white ghettos of the rustbelt.
From humble Detroit beginnings, Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope built a devoted and unique fanbase. They created a brand. They dabbled in big-time wrestling and appeared on WWE Monday Night Raw.
ICP provides a home and hope for misfits and outcasts. Violent J and Shaggy 2 Dope over the years have attracted misfits and outcasts from the dark corners of Flint, Michigan to Gary, Indiana. Many of the ICP misfits, I have had an opportunity to observe thanks to my time on Facebook.
ICP fans are called Juggalos. Juggalos attend ICP concerts and support all rappers under the ICP umbrella, Psychopath Records. Juggalos paint their faces like deranged clowns and wear ICP merch to shows. They even play ICP trading card games. Juggalos always chug Faygo pop 2 liters and have each other’s backs no matter how broke they are.
The most important part of being a Juggalo is that you must always attend the annual Gathering of the Juggalos. For the Gathering, Juggalos flock to a long weekend of music, carnival games, camping, soda-chugging contests, and everything that goes along with a wild party. It is a very lewd event with twerking contests. The Gathering of the Juggalos was parodied on the Comedy Central Show Workaholics.
My obsession with ICP and one of their prized Juggalos, Big Zane compelled me to forsake social media forever. Big Zane and I go all the way back to the yellow school bus in elementary school in Flint, Michigan. After we graduated high school in 2001, I never saw Zane or heard anything about his life.
Around 2015, I received a friend request from Big Zane. I was humbled to receive the request. Upon accepting, I found out that Zane was a big deal. Zane provides a lot of content and posts. He generated more traffic, likes, and comments than I or anyone on my feed.
During my time on Facebook, I studied every aspect of Big Zane’s life from afar. I even knew what meals he was digesting on a consistent basis at least 3-days per week. That is the average amount of times that Big Zane posted a photo of the food he was consuming with the words and emoji “fire.” I have tossed back and forth with some friends in the city whether it is more disagreeable to hear someone call food “fire” or someone call you “boss.”
My first memory of Big Zane is sitting next to him in 1st grade. Both of us left glue in the pencil holder part of the desk so we could peel it off the next day. I recall Zane hysterically laughing at the introduction of the Simpsons and him thinking that Maggie was actually driving the car. Big Zane seemed off to me in 1st grade and still does, but he was always true to himself and his friends.
Zane’s favorite wrestler WWF wrestler was the Undertaker if that tells you anything. According to Big Zane’s social media, he never misses a Wrestle Mania. He also has a high capacity for fantasy football. When I was on social media, I knew more about Zane’s fantasy football team than my own.
Big Zane’s biggest dream as a kid was to be a rapper in Insane Clown Posse. Now ICP rappers are Zane’s homies. I remember back in the day in Flint, Zane rocked ICP shirts. His mom who reminded me of Eric Cartman’s mom must have driven him an hour to buy them in Detroit.
In 2017, ICP and the Juggalos were labeled a terrorist organization by the FBI. The Juggalos organized the Juggalo March and the clowns descended into Washington D.C. to protest the government labeling them terrorists. Big Zane was in DC for the protest. Zane has proved his loyalty to ICP and his fellow Juggalos time after time.
Now that Zane is a Juggalo with ICP, he is living his rock n roll dreams. Big Zane has traveled all over the country as a Juggalo.
Juggalos like Big Zane are bound to rise to the top. In high school, Big Zane was a 6’3” 250 lbs white boy. Now he is at least 330lbs. Back in high school, Zane rocked out Fubu oversized shirts and Sean Jean. He chugged Faygo in the back of the bus and bullied the nerds. Despite his overwhelming size, Zane was a big wuss and didn’t play sports. My stoner and jock friends had to put Zane in his place from time to time for him picking on the special education kids.
I feel bad now, but we teased Zane. For the most part, he had it coming. Big Zane had a very unique and raspy voice. Before each sentence, he would clear his throat “Uggh.” To make fun of him, we would say “Uggh Zane.” “Uggh Faygo.” “Uggh ICP…Uggh…”
“Uggh Zane”…”Uggh”
I was pleased when I received a friend request from Big Zane in 2015. I felt like I was forgiven for making fun of his voice. Big Zane’s friend request helped me unload my guilt about teasing him. Despite our online friendship, we have still not talked or communicated. We both just had access to each other’s content. That is normal now in the new fascinating modern age.
Due to my own Facebook psychosis, I felt that Zane had a soft spot for me. At least once every 3 months, Zane would post how he was purging his friend list or had to delete this person or that. Each time it happened, I was in fear that he would delete me as his friend. I would show my wife his post and stress that I was being deleted as Zane’s Facebook friend. But each time, I survived Big Zane’s friend purge.
I can admit it now that I straight up started stalking Zane on Facebook. I meticulously studied every piece of data he posted to better understand his psychology. I felt like I knew everything about him.
Big Zane was a Facebook God. He had quadruple the number of friends as me. Every post Zane made received at least 100 comments. I hardly got 100 comments when I announced my engagement. Sometimes he had 350 comments and likes.
I tried to better understand what made people flocked to Zane on social media. Big Zane was working as a bouncer at a strip club in Flint. A few years later, he was made manager. Big Zane posted the strip club drink specials and often to my delight the strippers working that night. He posted at least one time per month when jobs at the club became available. It seemed that in Flint, strip club bartenders have a lot of turnover.
My favorite posts by Zane involved when his Juggalo boys from Detroit would come to Flint for a night at the strip club. It seemed like every photo was either a girl making kissy face lips or a homie throwing up his fingers to pose for a photo. Like calling food fire and people boss, the kissy face in every photo became a common theme with Juggalos.
For the next five years, I read every single comment on Zane’s page. I routinely looked at the profile of the people from his comments. It yielded many public pages of misfits.
The second-best time of the year on Big Zane’s page came during the Superbowl. I was always certain to check Zane’s page during the Superbowl. The strip club hosted a party and Zane promoted the shit out of it. Often times his ICP boys from Detroit were present.
Zane had an affinity for nachos like Beavis and Butthead. Big Zane’s Superbowl party was babes, bud lights, and the fatty foods that Big Zane craved the most. If my memory serves me correctly, his signature dish was multiple kinds of cheese baked in a macaroni and cheese dish. To me, nothing is better than a plain old box of Kraft Mac & Cheese.
Through Facebook, I even found out what kind of car Big Zane drives. It was like 2005 Cadillac Escalade. He posted that it was always breaking down and he needed a ride to the repair shop.
What really sucked me in about Zane’s life was that he was a full-time Juggalo. He went to every single ICP Juggalo Fest. The Juggalo Fest is like the Indy 500, the county fair in Saginaw, Michigan, and Burning Man all rolled into one big joint of fun. Each year in the summer, the Juggalos unite for the annual gathering.
Within 5-years of stalking Zane, he went from general admission to a vendor at the Juggalofest with all access to the festival. ICP even gives him access to a golf cart last I saw. Basically, he had back stage passes to the entire party.
If I recall, in 2018, Zane hosted the first annual “Juggalo Wine Mixer” at the Juggalofest. A play on the movie Step-Brothers and the Catalina Wine Mixer. Zane knocked it out of the park. He had babes twerking and a Faygo pop chugging contest. Big Zane was the MC of the event. In one of the videos he posted, I was able to hear that same raspy voice “Uggh” from 1st grade.
Facebook made me crazy for Zane. After 5 years of stalking Zane on Facebook, I decided it was time to speak with him in person. After all, Zane had friend requested me and I survived his many friendship purges.
One night, I had just flown into Flint, Michigan, and was cruising around. I passed the strip club and saw Big Zane’s 2005 Escalade which he often posted about. My wife agreed that after stalking Big Zane for so long it would do me good to actually speak with him.
Things did not go well. Before I could even get into the club, Zane was walking out in a black suit. He was not happy to see me and busted my chops. Zane said they were closed and to get the fuck out of “his parking lot.” I noted the possessiveness he employed in the strip club parking lot like how he called food fire. I told him that it was his “old friend in town from LA” and that I was just saying hello. Zane said he didn’t give a fuck. My wife and I left Zane’s strip club parking lot laughing our asses off. I misjudged that my Facebook friendship entitled me to more access to Big Zane.
Even after the parking lot, I was not purged as Zane’s friend on Facebook. The fact that I had read all of his posts, friend comments, and every move he made on social media didn’t matter in the real world.
Around the same time, I was traveling around Europe and South America. I felt anxious about posting on Facebook about all of the cool things that I was doing. I couldn’t just enjoy going to Mozart’s Apartment in Salzburg, Austria because I had to think about getting the right photos to post. In the Galapagos Islands, I was more worried about posting photos than enjoying the sunset. Facebook had infected me and made me sick.
My wife was constantly lecturing me to stop stalking Zane on Facebook and wasting all of my time looking at other people’s lives. I was constantly reminded of the debacle in the strip club parking lot.
It hit me like a ton of bricks that Facebook was fake and had sucked me in. Something was wrong with me. I needed to let Facebook go to recapture my life. I had to let Big Zane go. I had to stop being a wannabe Juggalo.
In all of the photos, Zane was always posting with his Juggalo compatriots, he referred to them as his “best friends.” I appreciate that Zane is a part of a community and in no way mean to disparage that. The Juggalos are not my jam, but I have respect. Being a part of a community is more important now than ever.
That is why I am now nominating ICP and the Juggalos for a 10-Day Challenge to deactivate their social media. ICP has an axe to grind with the government and corporate censorship. ICP can keep Big Zane and those who may be too emotionally weak to deactivate Facebook to fall into line. Who better than the Juggalos to lead the so-called Great Reset?
“Well, Bye” Facebook
America needs to introduce some Irish Democracy to Facebook, Instagram, and Tick Tock.
“One need not have an actual conspiracy to achieve the effects of a conspiracy. More regimes have been brought, piecemeal, to their knees by what was once called ‘Irish Democracy,’ the silent dogged resistance, withdrawal and truculence of millions of ordinary people than by revolutionary vanguards or rioting mobs.”
-James C. Scott Two Cheers for Anarchism-
If you are unhappy with the direction of America, why not let your voice be heard? Hit Facebook and its progeny in their man purses. The power to not look is what we dissatisfied Americans possess. We can introduce some Irish Democracy to Mark Zuckerberg and his corporate and government partners. That is how best to fight back against our growing dissatisfaction. Deprive Facebook of our content at a time when they need our posts more than ever.
Many will resist deleting Facebook. The main excuse is, “I want to keep up with people.” In two years off Facebook, only one old friend emailed me. Everyone else is purged and I wish them the best. Not everyone is meant to stay in your life.
The initial 10-day Deactivate Facebook challenge has the designed intent of testing the response of the corporate world. How will Facebook respond when Zuckerberg loses millions of profiles in a matter of minutes? Being deprived of our posts during the midterm elections will deprive Facebook of data harvesting that will be sold for millions.
The Simpsons already defeated Facebook and all of the corporate logos turned monsters in the 1990s. I recall a Simpson’s Halloween Special as a child. Lisa enlists the help of Paul Anaka to save Springfield from all the evil corporate logos that come to life and terrorize the inhabitants of Springfield. Just as the corporations are destroying all of the town’s sacred institutions, Lisa and Paul Anaka write a catchy song to get rid of the corporations once and for all.
“To stop those monsters 123. Here is a fresh new way that is trouble free. It’s got Paul Ankas guarantee…Just don’t look! Just don’t look! Just don’t look!”
Just don’t look at Facebook anymore. Let’s teach Zuckerberg that Americans are not a bunch of Karen’s that he can control. Deactivate your Facebook, Instagram, and Tick Tock accounts in unity. Deprive the corporate world of our lives and analytics. Introduce Irish Democracy to the corporate boardrooms before our lives become one never-ending Good Morning America segment.
Zuckerberg is dazed and confused right now. All of Zuckerberg’s exploitations of emotional weakness and shadow actions are coming to light. For now, Facebook only clings to our profiles.
This is a battle for the soul of America. If the movement catches, maybe we can all delete our Disney+ apps and freeze our Amazon accounts in mass protest next.
So please nominate someone to deactivate their social media and let the movement catch fire. Enjoy my poem.
Arise Americans, Uncle Sam’s Descendants call
The day to Deactivate Facebook in mass protest for The Great Reset is upon you
You do not even have to download an app
Just deactivate one, two, or three
In rusty cages in the darkest dungeons of Silicon Valley
America’s corporate political prisoners rot away
Together as Americans, we must bust them out
All at once on Halloween (October 31, 2022 at 9 am western standard time)
Deactivate Facebook, Instagram, and Tick Tock
Stand with your brothers and sisters in support of free speech
Deactivate Facebook, Instagram, and Tick Tock for at least 10 stinking days.
You know your mom lasted longer on the Keto diet.
Let’s test the corporate overlords
See how King Zuck responds to our Irish roots
Our Russian history assets
And the American ability for revolution
Witness us now King Zuck
We have repented our posts
We are healed from Facebook’s lashes
Our ancestors have forgiven us
United in purpose to lead The Great Reset
We, Sons and Daughters of Liberty
Forsake Facebook
And will flay corporate censorship
To be blunt
We see no future in Facebook’s front
Roland Tomasi