I've given up with Facebook.
This time, they jailed me for another month after putting a frivolous comment on a Spectrum post about the new proposal to double-pack passengers on a flight.
I wrote: 'Why not knock them unconscious and stack them in the hold'. Pathetic perhaps, but hardly revolutionary.
The Thought Police were quick on the uptake and gave me another month to cool my heels (I had just got out that day from an earlier and equally stupid sentence).
Facebook - where one isn't even allowed the luxury of a kangaroo court. Where the power to close one down is evidently in the hands of faceless gnomes.
Facebook takes my money for promoting a site, Business over Tapas, that I can't even visit.
Indeed, I'm currently barred from even putting a 'like' on a post, and friends don't know I've been removed from all activity because I can't tell them.
So, Fuck Facebook.
It's a pity because, having been in desktop-publishing most of my life, I enjoyed seeing and posting on Facebook. I no doubt spent far too much time looking at it on the cell-phone.
Me and Donald Trump both!
Still, one must move on.