Lazy Liars

Facebook is an interesting social adhesive and influence these days eh? From your first breath of air, you were entitled to a facebook page filled with pictures of you, lots of friends you don’t like (the few you actually care about were in those pictures of your face... but they had to be cropped out. Unavoidable casualties I’m afraid.), and nagging messages about events you will never give a shit about. Hell, the damn updates can call out from your pocket –your pocket for gods sake- since the cell phone has become the new computer.
The entire affair is accepted as a sort of god given burden that everyone loves to hate, but hey- you were saddled with this blessing, and that means you are tied to it for life. Like a spouse. Or an extra digit. Or a spouse with an extra digit but also lots of money; sadly accompanied by a tight-knit family and their very wily lawyers. Life sentence. Boom.

It is just another medium for fuckery.

So humor me and let me tell a hypothetical story.

Person owns horse. Person agrees to lease horse to other people in other state. Other people have excellent facilities, reputation, and have leased a different horse from a friend of the Person for years. Friend’s horse has been shown, ridden, loved and well cared for. Nothing sketch about the frequently updated pictures and messages through that cursed Facebook.

Person agrees to lease horse to People.

Let’s say the horse went to People of another state in.. oh... December of some year. Horse arrives and messages are exchanged for around 2 weeks after that.

Person and Friend of Person spend the next few months trying to get any response at all from People. Thanks to Facebook, there is at least some record. Calls and such can be liberally scattered around for seasoning.

Person had not heard a single word about their horse from People. Mystical forces (?) blocked computer and phone communications from People. Until April. Which contained an e-mail. From People, to Person (both addresses were the same as those they communicated with in December) regarding Person’s horse.

Just because I am not subtle or polite, this is the real deal. As far as hypothetical things go of course. Click the damn picture. Please.

There is no happy ending. Even in the hypothetical. Friend of Person, Person, and People were friends on Facebook and the horse-related questions were ignored through Facebook the entire time. Dead is dead.

Maybe I am being too sensitive. Maybe 3 months is still within the grace period of, "whoops your thing died and my life is kinda hectic. Well can't get dead-er! Meh- I'll tell 'ya later." If you are going to bullshit someone, then you better bullshit them properly and dignify them with some deception!