My wife made me get another Facebook account.

Some more thoughts about getting banned and getting back on.

I think I tripped an algorithm and got banned. The very last thing I posted with my old account was a poor taste joke about Dale Gribble from King Of The Hill getting shot by the Oregon State Police alongside Lavoy Finicum. Maybe typing "Lavoy Finicum" set up a red flag to the ban bots. Maybe I was targeted by malicious reporters.

Maybe I shouldn't have spend so much time at shitposting pages. I'm not going to pretend that this is entirely not my fault. But sticking to safe topics is boring. If I wanted to do that, I'd just watch network TV.

Of course I had to alert key friends that I was banned from FB. So I tweeted about it. Of course shady people reached out to me offering to restore my account for a fee. I refuse to believe that this would work, and I refuse to pay in any case. Facebook promised that the site would be forever free to users, so I'm holding them to that.

I got banned from Facebook.

 So it looks like I'm permanently banned from Facebook. It didn't tell me which post broke which rule, but they won't review it, so that's that. Either it will get fixed or it won't. My account was likely collateral damage in a war between a corporation trying to produce a sanitized product for suburbanites and racist bigots who still think that Trump is president.

Meanwhile, good ol' Blogger has been there for me since 2005. So you can find me here if you care to look.