You Can Watch This Delusional Throatnecked HoodSwine Completely Lose Her Grip On Reality As She Obsessively Insists Some C List Rapper From Rhode Island Is The Father Of Her Baby I Really Hope She Doesn’t Have Right Now, Does Cocaine With Some Black Chick, And Claims To Be In A Gang That Will Call The Cops On You All On Facebook Live Right Now, Because Facebook Is All About Community Safety
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Last night my third attempt at creating a new Facebook account to post blogs, because every single one I have right now is banned due to my unsafe mean words on Facebook. It’s really great how safe Zuckerburg keeps his platform, because why should we worry about real, actual, tangible safety when we can focus solely on our feels? So I found it pretty ironic, and sad, when I later stumbled on this clearly schizophrenic cheesehog losing her everloving shit on Facebook live, in front of tens of thousands of viewers, who is clearly getting no help whatsoever. Thanks, Facebook, for valuing safety.
I’m having a really hard time with this one, too, because she is definitely amusing. Essentially what’s going on is that this chick is very sick, and very much stuck on the delusion that this hoodfart chudstuffer C list “rapper” from Providence is the father of her infant child.
And I mean, really, really convinced.
This girl needs help. And it’s not like she’s deteriorating privately, huddled away in her filthy den with no contact with the outside world. She has been falling apart in front of 57,000 viewers for over a week now – and as I write this is still going strong, with no intervention. Watching through her videos tugged on my conscience harder than most of the things on the web do. Don’t get me wrong, I see the amusement in watching her try to look sexy for the camera,
Oblivious to the fact that she looks like Jabba the Hutt watching Luke Skywalker battle the Rancor. But that’s the thing – she’s sick, and oblivious. As she’s posting live video after live video chronicling her departure from reality:
She is visible, she needs help, she is NOT safe. And she’s no closer to getting the help she needs today, than she was yesterday, or a week ago. Fuck your safety standards, Facebook. It’s nothing more than a smokescreen for the echo chamber you’re hellbent on perpetuating. This isn’t the first time someone sick and suffering has put it in full public view on your platform – and the song remains the same, the end result is rarely pretty.
This is unacceptable. Last night this comment was enough to move Facebook to completely disable and remove my brand new account:
But this live video of a clearly very mentally ill woman doing what appears to be lines of coke is a-ok, no cause for concern there.
And as much as I’d like to, because I am so fucking sick of this arbitrary, thin skinned social media censorship; I can’t blame Facebook’s piss poor excuse for “public safety concerns” entirely for this. It should be abundantly clear at this point, their “community standards” are not actually concerned with “safety”, they’re concerned with controlling the speech contained within their walls. I do, however, blame Facebook, and Twitter, and all the other artificial replacements for actual human contact manufactured and coded in Silicon Valley, and packaged up nicely, to promptly be shoved down our throats, for the cancer on the human condition they have become.
Artificial intelligence and flimsy content standards aren’t real safety. And the “meaningful interactions” Zuckerburg’s bullshit algorithms are purported to promote, aren’t meaningful at all. We are slowly being stripped of our souls, reduced to complicit, desensitized observers completely disconnected from the interactions beyond the screens in front of us. I know this for certain, because the knot in my stomach that formed as I watched this girl just grew, when I saw just how many people have been watching her, and their reactions.
Yeah, ok. Even I poked some fun – I get it. You’re either a robot or a hysterial pink vagina hat SJW if you can’t admit it’s funny. But how many of these hoodboogers called the police, the hospital, anything for this girl? My bet would be zero. Because she’s become a character on a screen. Let me assure you, she is definitely a person. A person afflicted with a serious mental illness, who, even with all these views, comments and reactions, is invisible in plain sight.
I do truly feel bad for her, and I think you should, too. I’m sure that 9 out of 10 of the above ratchets mocking her as she spirals has had someone they know die of a drug overdose in the past few years. And they cried, and posted, and memorialized, “RIP, gone too soon” they cursed the “disease” that starts and ends with the choice to jam a needle filled with poison into your vein. This girl has a real disease. She didn’t make a choice to get it. It is literally completely out of her control. And the reaction isn’t even a fraction as forgiving. Shame on all of you.
Shame on the object of her obsession, this shitty gutterslug “rapper” – who I had never even heard of by the way, for his reaction to this, too.
I’m sure he feels important on some level, having someone so infatuated. He shouldn’t. One schizophrenic mad cow off her meds does not make a celebrity. And the fact that you know that she is sick, you know she is so desperate to reach you that she sends you her fucking phone number and address,
And you take to the internet instead of calling for a wellness check, makes you scum in my book. No, you’re not responsible for this girl, and I’m sure she’s bothering the fuck out of you. Be grateful you were born with a healthy brain. This girl was not. What’s your excuse?