Fuckerberg

Farcebook may or may not (but probably will) sell your personal information to anyone with a dollar in their hand without any regard whatsoever to your rights as a free individual in this world. Privacy is so 20th Century. Privacy is for assholes. By using Farcebook, you entrust its CEO, Stark Fuckerberg, with your identity, personhood and all the rights and privileges that derive thereof, and you certify that by so trusting Stark Fuckerberg, you are a “dumb fuck.”

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Looking at my own feed, it’s notable how few friends update their status any more. Many are leaving altogether. Some are frustrated with the interface. Others complain about vanity, privacy and companies profiting from their personal lives. “It’s all about exploiting people to make Mark Fuckerberg money,” one summarised.

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Well you know what, you can go tell Zark Fuckerberg or whatever to fuck himself. I don’t care if he has mother fucking tourettes, I’m simply appalled that he keeps making changes to the completely free service that no one in any way is forcing me to use. SHIT!

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“I can’t believe you laughed at me. You know I love Eric!” I threw back another glass of the cool dark liquid. / “Girl, please. That wannabe Mark Fuckerberg wasn’t never about shit and didn’t deserve you. And deep down you know you were bored with his computer-programming ass, anyway.[…]”

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