You see, I just can’t bring myself to re-post the picture that came up on my Facebook news feed this morning. It shows an orange ribbon with a banner that reads:
“I’m against animal cruelty. Share if you are too!”
I’m not going to click the button! Of course, I’m not going to pinch my cat either. Or tell the dog he’s ugly.
But you can’t make me share! There it is. Deal with it.
It’s stupid anyway. Who’s NOT against animal cruelty? It might be more important to identify those people, don’t you think? Why doesn’t someone create a post that says “Share if you want to kick the dog,” or, “How many ‘likes’ for Michael Vick?”
I will confess to a twinge of guilt for not re-posting. It’s only a click after all. What kind of misanthrope am I? Why won’t I take two seconds to stand with the masses of decent people against meanness to our fuzzy buddies?
A person can only take so much manipulation, that’s why.
“Share if you wish there were no cancer.” Well, duh.
And if I don’t share does that mean I’m OK with cancer? If I do share will my wishes be joined in the cosmos with the wishes of all the other really nice people and thereby eradicate that foul disease?
“Keep this going if you miss someone in heaven.” OK…
And then there’s, “Re-post if you love your kids with all your heart NO MATTER WHAT!”
Why? Why would I re-post those pink hearts and balloons?
Wait a minute…Are you saying I don’t love my kid?
And if I do re-post (which I do not) – who is my intended audience? Who am I trying to persuade of my motherly love? That woman who overheard me threatening my son in the candy aisle of Safeway all those years ago?
Listen Lady: #1 Mind your own business! You weren’t there that morning when he ate an entire tub of chocolate cake frosting on the day we were supposed to take cupcakes to his soccer team. And #2… Oh I don’t know! Just leave me alone with your eye rolling and your sharing.
I love the kid, all right?!
The only logical conclusion in the midst of all this schmaltz is that there are a bunch of miserable posters on Facebook and they’re looking for company. That’s gotta be it.
Of course, they’re all my friends…
“Thousands of pictures of babies and puppies and I’ll bet only 10% of you will re-post this picture of a brave soldier.”
OMG.
And the grammar! Old English teachers cannot be at peace on Facebook: There are dozens of aphorisms, witticisms and words to the wise – just the kind of sappy stuff I thrive on – but cannot in good conscience like or share because they’re chock full, chock full I tell you, of misspelled words and poor punctuation. Damn you, Standard English!
But in fairness, if I’m going to wax curmudgeonly on the posts I peruse every day –
if I’m going to be all uppity about the sentiments of others – I should probably complete an objective review of my own shares and posts. And who better to do it than me?
So here we go. Here are samples from the timeline of an erudite contributor to the collective conversation:
OK. Choosing randomly:
Here’s a cartoon of a pig in a hospital room staring in shock at a ham on the bed. The pig doctor stands by proudly announcing, “He’s cured!”
I love this one: It’s a photo of a German shepherd trotting happily toward the camera, smiling, wearing sunglasses, and there’s a cat riding on his back! And the caption says, “You might think you’re cool; but you’re not a cat riding on a dog wearing sunglasses cool!”
Cute, huh?
And here’s that “Stealth Kitty” video. Priceless!
Oh, I love this line drawing of a young woman gazing into the eyes of her Prince. The caption: “You had me at your proper use of ‘whom.’”
And this is classic: “It’s hard to explain puns to kleptomaniacs because they always take things literally.” Hahahaha!
Come on! You loved it!!
Seriously! Like and share!
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