Facebook is useless. Arizona is a fascist state. New York is never going to create private-sector jobs if its taxes remain as high as they are. No one cares. Not even me after I move on to the next delectable distraction. Did I mention that Facebook is useless?
Facebook is a white canvas that reflects the vacuity of minds whose thoughts have no trouble siphoning down into 240 characters or less. I just want to puke bloody vitriol all over it. F^%k you and your cookie-cutter-ass social network. F&^k you and the vapidity of the things that you talk about. You know that the world that you inhabit sucks and that the challenge of fixing it is insurmountable to you as an individual so instead of using the greatest tool ever created for the dissemination of information, you stick your dick in the invisible blender and regurgitate the fleeting musings and garbled texts that illuminate the lack of distinction in your day. (To be equitable, if you have a vagina, you would probably use a curling iron or something of that ilk.)
On and on and on and on. Every f@http://www.opednews.com/populum/#king day people chronicle the banality of their existences and extol the meaning they construct out of vague songs that would have been cliche forty years prior to their conception. Every little morsel of fecund thought exists devoid of context and must be taken on its own terms, reflecting the abdication of personal responsibility by our society, which pollutes the most while contributing little more to the progression of humanity than the narrow objectives of our occupations, many of which exist only with the aim of enabling further consumption.
Facebook is its own kind of elixir, a bandaid on the gaping wound left by the degradation of the Old World's true and uncompromising religious awareness. Beleaguered in the cold of the post-industrial consumerist world, we still hold that dim candle to represent the essential human decency we need to go on, even if it can only manifest itself in means as contrived and synthetic as the mangled apotheosis of our technological prowess that Facebook represents. When the winds of fate extinguish one person's flame, another leans over to "like" their compatriot's status and rekindle the faith. The banality of the ritual exercises the golden rule in exorcising the animal greed and desire for attention.
When the paradoxical sting of the apathy instilled by the devaluation of the previous generations' moral absolutism lingers too long and consumerism loses its novelty, we consume each other. We construct transcendent, textual moths in sacrifice to the fiery deity of pride, whose favor was lost in the repression of our instinctual impulses. Happily, we send paper ships down a stream of meaningless media, content in the knowledge that our equals in impotence will see them go down on their trek into the abyss of time.
At the root of my violent expulsion, my enmity for the process is tempered by self-loathing: I am a willing participant in the Book of Faces. How could I not be? Ranking behind cellphones, it is the second-easiest means of contacting the members of my generation. My loathing for Facebook is derived from its failure to unite people in more meaningful ways than were allowed by the more-limited media of previous generations. Facebook cannot fully mitigate alienation, for it allows us only the appropriation of other people's narratives by "liking" them, over-simplified and devoid of context as they are. While Facebook could be used for the dissemination of information, this is not considered fashionable, and it more accurately reflects the vapidity of social interaction than the measured discourse of intellects.
The consumerist culture has bred a generation of maladapts who can only conceive their world in the myopic context of their abstract existences. In a society that prides itself on its relativistic multiculturalism, only the ignorant can be invigorated by absolute spirituality. My peeps are so disconnected from the land that they take a sick, unspoken pleasure in the unprecedented opportunity that their consumption-based society affords them to destroy it. They are confused as to why they fail to wean a comparable level of joy from their adulthood as they did from their adolescence while they recede further and further into the level of calcified myopia necessary to evade the sin that their unproductiveness represents against nature's biological imperative of proliferation.
So perhaps my hatred is not for Facebook at all, but for the society that popularized it. We are the smartest and healthiest generation of people that have ever existed on Earth and yet we are the least motivated. If you are one of the people who has made it to the end of this disparate tract then I suppose I am preaching the the choir. In spite of the immense weight that the rest of society's stupidity places upon us, I am confident that the Good will be victorious and we will find sufficient spiritual fuel to replace that which, in allowing unprecedented innovations, propelled us into the modern age, the conditions of which have outlived their utility.