How many of you out there have ever hear the word, “Newsie?” . I was involved with a movement, and a page on Facebook. It was a conservative, political movement which I saw no harm in. That having been said, yesterday I took a hit. Now, I'm not a fifteen year old girl, but it was disruptive. Over the last five years, I've slipped into the folly of using Facebook as my main ramp for distribution. My sites were:
http://simpleoldboy.blogspot.com/
http://www.teapartytribune.com/author/bill-the-butcher/
http://www.thedamgoodtimes.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&layout=blog&id=19&Itemid=261
teapartytribulation.com
weirdwilbur.wordpress.com
There was also the usual link to Google + and Twitter, but those were rather automatic, so I didn't actually work them, letting the auto share do it instead. The bottom line was, seduced by the ease of posting I didn't let the sites “stand on their own,” rather posting links to various groups where said articles may be of interest. It became almost an art. For instance, if I wrote a human interest story about a baby at Christmas it would find no place on Open Carry Texas, and likewise, an article drawing a comparison between the Second Amendment and the OK Corral would be inappropriate for the Ladies Garden Club of Boston.
The group that I was involved in supported a particular candidate. If you will note, I don't mention names here because if I do, the algorithms in place will flag this article, and here we go again. Suffice to say, I was a chief editor, who prided himself as being articulate, flying just under the radar, using op-Ed principles, and FACEbook handed me MY face! I got up yesterday, checked my feeds, and hollared something about “mother’s day.” Well, at least the first part had “mother” in it, but I digress.
Thousands or articles, God knows how many links, connections, and information feeds, stopped dead in their tracks because some kid out in San Bernardino got his shorts in a knot. Well, everything happens for a reason, and the reason for this was God wanted me to put THEIR stuff in the street, and that's exactly what I'm going to do!
Many years ago there were powerful newspapers out of New York. You've heard the names, so I won't go into that, but they made tons of money, started the Spanish American war, and dined on caviar every night. At the bottom of the food chain were some ten to twelve year old little boys called “Newsies.” Every morning the Newsies would pick up their papers and hit the streets, “Extra, extra, read all about it!” Only problem was, at the end of the day, if the Newsies had papers left, they didn't eat caviar, they ate newspapers! The cost being taken from the pennies they'd earned that day.
What were the Newsies to do? Well, they asked to be able to turn unsold papers back into the printing office, but the very idea of these multi-million dollar newspaper conglomerates, the shakers and movers of the world, getting off a few pennies for freezing orphans trying to survive on the streets of New York was unthinkable! So, the Newsies came up with a Plan “B.” Now, bear in mind these boys probably couldn't even READ the letter “B,” but they sure could add, and they knew that William Randolph Hearst wasn't about to leave the club, and go hawking newspapers in the snow, so they just stopped selling newspapers.
Constipation is uncomfortable in any degree. Now, the Newsies didn't take over the newspapers, but in a brilliant stroke, the powers that be decided that a return policy might be the best thing for all concerned. Facebook has had a phenomenal success story, the American Dream on steroids. The ease of use, the communication potential, indeed the actual dissolving of nation borders is heretofore unprecedented, with very powerful entities at the top, and all us “Newsies” at the bottom.
If we rebel just a little bit, or complain, or say anything deemed unacceptable by the new Hearsts, the all controlling God of the algorithm simply takes all our newspapers away! Now, if you have this happen to you, and you conform, beg, and clamor then you deserve exactly what you will get, because what is acceptable now, will become unacceptable in the future entirely dependent upon what side of the bed the prince of “clicks and likes” gets up on in the morning.
Freedom of speech is such a simple idea, however, as with everything else It has been defined, and redefined at the whim of whomever has the money for the lawyers. Not only that, there are free speech “zones” where the definition becomes the property of organizations such as . . . Facebook! Facebook certainly does have the right to regulate what goes into their free service, and as long as you're sharing pictures of your dog that's all very fine, but the moment you come to the defense of a political candidate that's not on the “approved” list Facebook will take your ass, hat, and all your cattle, and won't give them back until you fall back in line, and boys and girls, that's a FaceFact!
My dog is cute, but as a journalist I find this totally unacceptable! The free flow of ideas is critical to our society. Indeed, the very word, “Liberal” means “try something new!” At the beginning of this article I explained my distribution machine with Facebook at the center. Well, this “Newsie” stopped selling The Facebook News yesterday. I'm making those connections you saw above stand alone entities with independent distribution awarded to each. The only links that will ever appear in Facebook will be the links you saw above, and if these links get, shall we say, “Edited” as some faceless person screens them for “Fake News,” well, I've got some news for them! It's gonna be slow, but I got time, so I don't care. My message is this: if you want to share pictures of your dinner then Facebook is fine, but if you want to actually participate in LIFE . . . then you better become a Newsie, and baby, it's cold outside!
http://simpleoldboy.blogspot.com/
http://www.teapartytribune.com/author/bill-the-butcher/
http://www.thedamgoodtimes.com/index.php?option=com_content&view=category&layout=blog&id=19&Itemid=261
teapartytribulation.com
weirdwilbur.wordpress.com
There was also the usual link to Google + and Twitter, but those were rather automatic, so I didn't actually work them, letting the auto share do it instead. The bottom line was, seduced by the ease of posting I didn't let the sites “stand on their own,” rather posting links to various groups where said articles may be of interest. It became almost an art. For instance, if I wrote a human interest story about a baby at Christmas it would find no place on Open Carry Texas, and likewise, an article drawing a comparison between the Second Amendment and the OK Corral would be inappropriate for the Ladies Garden Club of Boston.
The group that I was involved in supported a particular candidate. If you will note, I don't mention names here because if I do, the algorithms in place will flag this article, and here we go again. Suffice to say, I was a chief editor, who prided himself as being articulate, flying just under the radar, using op-Ed principles, and FACEbook handed me MY face! I got up yesterday, checked my feeds, and hollared something about “mother’s day.” Well, at least the first part had “mother” in it, but I digress.
Thousands or articles, God knows how many links, connections, and information feeds, stopped dead in their tracks because some kid out in San Bernardino got his shorts in a knot. Well, everything happens for a reason, and the reason for this was God wanted me to put THEIR stuff in the street, and that's exactly what I'm going to do!
Many years ago there were powerful newspapers out of New York. You've heard the names, so I won't go into that, but they made tons of money, started the Spanish American war, and dined on caviar every night. At the bottom of the food chain were some ten to twelve year old little boys called “Newsies.” Every morning the Newsies would pick up their papers and hit the streets, “Extra, extra, read all about it!” Only problem was, at the end of the day, if the Newsies had papers left, they didn't eat caviar, they ate newspapers! The cost being taken from the pennies they'd earned that day.
What were the Newsies to do? Well, they asked to be able to turn unsold papers back into the printing office, but the very idea of these multi-million dollar newspaper conglomerates, the shakers and movers of the world, getting off a few pennies for freezing orphans trying to survive on the streets of New York was unthinkable! So, the Newsies came up with a Plan “B.” Now, bear in mind these boys probably couldn't even READ the letter “B,” but they sure could add, and they knew that William Randolph Hearst wasn't about to leave the club, and go hawking newspapers in the snow, so they just stopped selling newspapers.
Constipation is uncomfortable in any degree. Now, the Newsies didn't take over the newspapers, but in a brilliant stroke, the powers that be decided that a return policy might be the best thing for all concerned. Facebook has had a phenomenal success story, the American Dream on steroids. The ease of use, the communication potential, indeed the actual dissolving of nation borders is heretofore unprecedented, with very powerful entities at the top, and all us “Newsies” at the bottom.
If we rebel just a little bit, or complain, or say anything deemed unacceptable by the new Hearsts, the all controlling God of the algorithm simply takes all our newspapers away! Now, if you have this happen to you, and you conform, beg, and clamor then you deserve exactly what you will get, because what is acceptable now, will become unacceptable in the future entirely dependent upon what side of the bed the prince of “clicks and likes” gets up on in the morning.
Freedom of speech is such a simple idea, however, as with everything else It has been defined, and redefined at the whim of whomever has the money for the lawyers. Not only that, there are free speech “zones” where the definition becomes the property of organizations such as . . . Facebook! Facebook certainly does have the right to regulate what goes into their free service, and as long as you're sharing pictures of your dog that's all very fine, but the moment you come to the defense of a political candidate that's not on the “approved” list Facebook will take your ass, hat, and all your cattle, and won't give them back until you fall back in line, and boys and girls, that's a FaceFact!
My dog is cute, but as a journalist I find this totally unacceptable! The free flow of ideas is critical to our society. Indeed, the very word, “Liberal” means “try something new!” At the beginning of this article I explained my distribution machine with Facebook at the center. Well, this “Newsie” stopped selling The Facebook News yesterday. I'm making those connections you saw above stand alone entities with independent distribution awarded to each. The only links that will ever appear in Facebook will be the links you saw above, and if these links get, shall we say, “Edited” as some faceless person screens them for “Fake News,” well, I've got some news for them! It's gonna be slow, but I got time, so I don't care. My message is this: if you want to share pictures of your dinner then Facebook is fine, but if you want to actually participate in LIFE . . . then you better become a Newsie, and baby, it's cold outside!
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