Gobbly Goop

​Well. Alrighty then. What can I find to bellyache about this week? No matter the content, know that I am in much better spirits now that the DST time bomb has completely obliterated my body clock. I’m officially good for another six months…I think.
 
I do believe I am becoming a cranky old lady though. Why? Because I only have one last nerve, and everyone is getting on it!
 
The first item of contention is the constant attack of creepy predators on my social media. Not only are these nut jobs ridiculously apparent in their intentions, but often they even use the same profile pictures with different names over, and over, and over. Is anyone really that clueless?
 
I know you have seen them. The sugary sweet gobbly goop of hearts and flowers emoticons, accompanied by an ostentatious declaration of their love for your…everything. Ninety percent of them show photos of handsome men in military garb with dogs, American flags, and apple pie. Ok, just kidding about the apple pie.
 
Try to imagine my index finger halfway down my throat. These predatory beasts of prey make me gag. It breaks my heart to think that some lowlife sitting in a Bombay internet café still has the ability to engage any lonely soul in need of attention, and maybe even affection.
 
They are not welcome on my page. I report them and block them constantly and I encourage all of you to do the same. The fact they are still doing this ruthless act – most likely to endear someone enough to milk them for cash – must mean they still find clueless souls or they would stop, right? Sad…
 
Round two: Facebook cracks me up. Recently I posted a self-made meme of a sweet old lady with a walker that touted, “I’m so old I remember when vodka only came in vodka flavor.” Isn’t that hilarious? True, and hilarious.
 
The problem is that "Fakebook" rejected that post as follows: POST CAN’T BE BOOSTED. Your post can’t be boosted because the ad doesn’t comply with our Alcohol policy. Uh… what?
 
I can’t make this stuff up, folks. Alcohol policy? What the hell is an alcohol policy? I belly-laughed for hours. All the sad, hateful, inciteful crap I see on this site, and they won’t post my giggle. I wonder what dastardly dumb duck makes these decisions. (Thank you autocorrect for saving my image.)
 
So, that is enough grizzly grumbling for one week. My love of autumn is insatiable, and the peak of fall colors can turn every grumble into a superfluous sigh. If ever you feel overwhelmed, just allow Mother Nature’s Fall Frenzy to soothe your soul.
 
Onward to another week, my friends. Ugh. The holidays are rounding the corner. Didn’t Santa just devour all those cookies yesterday? Ah, but that is fodder for yet another rant.

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