seanessay.com Recently I watched Fox News so you won’t have to. Why? Because I was stuck in a Comfort Inn that had 57 cable channels but no sci fi channel. Where? In Canada’s most red neck province, Alberta, with an oil production like Texas (See Wikipedia) and a landscape the same (see True Grit). Specifically, […]
Saving My Sister From Social Media
seanessay.com Am I my brother’s keeper? Below I have an article URL from today about a candidate for the US vice presidency, J.D. Vance, using social media. I wonder if there will ever be a time when society can face up to not even the horror of war, but merely the horror of social media […]
A Human Blind Spot for Social Media, Reporters, and Trump
seanessay.com What a gift the gods would gee (give) us, To see ourselves as others see us Robbie Burns I believe, dear reader, that just as individuals can have blind spots, mental defences and denial, so too can communities and entire nations. In Britain, riots have continued for days, sparked by social media, while no […]
Congressmen Give Aid and Comfort to Russian Trolls
seanessay.com Amongst some Youtube comments the other day I read a guy angrily saying, “If (Ukrainian president) Zelensky didn’t have yachts…” That’s “yacht-S,” plural. Heck, I think even Putin’s oligarchs only own one. The commenter’s outrage came from him reading social media, from reading a story put out by someone in a room with cubicles […]
A Bad, Bad Day, With Comments
seanessay.com I’m having a bad, bad day It’s about time That I get my way From the Despicable Me soundtrack Partly I feel bad today because my body is sick, too sick to attend a nice party tonight. The only productive thing I did today was make some comments on other blogs. My own blog […]
Social Media Frustrates me Again
seanessay.com Note: my sister lives in cattle country too, but in another time zone, “in the caribou,” in British Columbia. I could be hopping mad right now. Or I could let out all my air, sinking into depression, disgust and saying, “What’s the use?” I’d rather be mad. I was driving home a half hour […]