Locked out of Facebook... Jeeeeeez....

 In the never ending saga of 23 years of attack by some part of the Christian Right power structure/network, I've now been locked out of my Facebook account.  My account shutdown a couple days ago, while I was on FB, and had me review information, which included a bogus phone number, added to the account in 2019.  So I said that was erroneous info, and my account opened back up.  Now my password doesn't work.  No option to re-open it.  A hack of some kind, apparently.  

You can find me on Twitter: @steveemig43  

At least for now, my Twitter feed was full of religious garbage this morning, as well.  Seriously, this shit's been going on, in one form or another, since my bank account (that I'd had for about 12 years) got shut down two weeks after 9/11, way back in 2001.  These douchebags want me completely off the internet, since I have a habit of predicting financial market inflection points before they happen.  And they just hate creative people, in general.  Same shit, different day.  

This is everyday bullshit for me.  These douchebags forced me out of California in 2008, to North Carolina, a state where I got stuck in and couldn't find any job, for ten years, except about 10 months losing money as a taxi driver.  I will not willingly set foot in North Carolina for the rest of my life.  I hate the whole fucking state.  I met a few cool people there, but it was ten years of living hell for me.  I'll keep blogging as long as I can...

Just another day...

Blogger's note:  5:43 pm, same day.  I was able to get back in this afternoon.  The screen the came up this morning had no other option to sign in.  Never seen that screen before.  So that's cool.  Still hate NC.  

I'm doing a lot of writing on a platform called Substack now.  Check it out:

Steve Emig The White Bear's Substack

New Poem: "The Douchebag's Warcry"

 This was inspired by all the censorship on social media and online platforms these days, and by the people who seem bound and determined to keep so many new and creative ideas from spreading in today's world.  Overhearing one conversation in particular sparked the idea.  There are many names for people who work to censor, attack, downplay anything creative that they don't like.  But I call these people douchbags, generally.  This poem is NSFTMC... Not Safe For The Metaphorically Challenged.

The Douchebag's Warcry

Kill the artist

That's what we must do

Silence the writer

Who speaks what's true

Blind the visionary

Who shows us hope

Hang the sculptor

From a very short rope

Stab the photographer

Who shows us what we miss

Make them feel the venom

And hear the snakes hiss

Muffle the poet

With his flowery nonsense

Light fire to the circus

Burn every one of the tents

Take the filmaker's camera

Steal the rapper's mike

Rid the world of musicians

Ban those I don't like

What's happened to society?

Let the great scourge start

In the name of the Creator

Kill all the creative arts

-The White Bear

3/10/2023

I've got a new blog now, check it out

Small Business Futurist

I just had three Google accounts deleted...

 Last night, my three alternate Google accounts, which were my access to several blogs I've published, disappeared.  No warning.  No explanation.  The blogs included the new blog I wrote about in the last post.  I was chronicling the banking crisis in that blog, which is apparently why this happened.  But that's the level of internet censorship happening here in the U.S. in 2023.  Will this account get disappeared at some point?  I don't know.  But if you have any faovrite posts, print them out now, just in case.  

Jeeeeez... shit's getting ridiculous these days.  

And remember...