…WITH A WARNING FROM ZAK
For those of you who have exposed and “laid bare” all of your family treasures, including photographs of your children, and have foolishly linked yourselves to so many marginal “friends,” an ominous holiday anecdote from Zak to you.
Last evening, Sheryl told me that she had “friended” Zak Turango, in accordance with my request.
Zak does not have a Facebook page and, oddly, if not eerily, did not make a request to be Sheryl’s “friend.”
Being curious, however, she retrieved the original “request” for me and, lo and behold, there it was, accompanied by the photograph of a much younger, pre-Zakian “me,” clad in hospital garb, taken while recovering from lifesaving emergency surgery at the Marble Mountain Naval Hospital, Danang, Republic of Vietnam, circa 1969.
It is the photograph that I use on the “About” page of Wildomar Magazine. (Click on the “About” button, above, for context).
Somehow, Facebook self-generated a “friend” request, connecting my Wildomar Magazine front page, my pseudonym and my photograph, with Sheryl’s personal e-mail address, which I had never previously published.
Apparently, Facebook can now connect you with others by using “tools,” such as “face recognition technology,” without your knowledge or permission.
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Apparently, according to the article, you can protect yourself and your friends by turning off the capability.
Or can you?
Beyond the potentially sinister capabilities of modern technology that far exceed your skills and abilities to control it, there is still the far more mundane nonsense that occupies, if not obsesses, people’s lives on Facebook.
Silliness was around long before Facebook was created. Even before Bridgette Moore was around, but she is especially proficient at it.
For instance, there is a drama currently being played out locally on Facebook, about a recent newborn addition to a local commercial alpaca herd.
Apparently, as often happens in nature, the mother of this young mammal accidentally stepped on it’s long neck, inflicting potentially mortal injuries.
Adult human beings with an obvious religious bent, probably Evangelical and Fundamentalist Christians, and who apparently prefer that other humans should suffer, rather than to permit them safe access to medical marijuana in Wildomar, are “praying” for the healing and recovery of a soulless member of the goat family which is, after all, only a part of the food chain.
To me, nothing diminishes the sacred nature of prayer more than to waste it on the health of a mammal, apparently bred for commercial re-sale.
If you value prayer and believe in its efficacy, there are innumerable soulish humans created in God’s image, that would benefit more from your efforts.
Prior to the introduction of Facebook, I had always suspected that a certain multilevel marketing scheme selling soap products was the “Antichrist,” and that a competing food supplement scheme of that time was the “False Prophet.”
Now I am not so sure.
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If a virtual Zak requests you to be his “friend,” you have my permission to ignore the request.
If my dog, Dolly, gets sick, I will start my own intercessory “prayer chain” on Facebook.
And take her to the vet while you pray.