Where do you go when you’re not allowed to confront your accusers? How do you get past a mechanical, electronic monster that doesn’t even have voice mail options?
I am so angry right now I can barely contain myself. The day started with a ray of hope. I made a presentation to BNI (Business Networking International) where I was able to pitch WinnieToons to potential advertisers. I began the day readying myself replete with business cards and fliers promoting WinnieToons. I pitched Google AdSense directing potential advertisers to place ads on my blog. It was a pretty fancy lunch, at the Palm Restaurant, ironically famous for the cartoons hand-painted on the walls (originally in New York) by cartoonist “Jolly” Bill Steinke way back in the depression. The FIRST Great Depression, that is…
(By the way, the recession is over, in case you hadn‘t heard).
Legend has it Bill Steinke found himself embarrassed at not having enough money to pay for a steak dinner, so he painted some caricatures on the wall to pay for his meal. Other regular patrons saw his deft handiwork and wanted their caricatures on the walls too. Jolly Bill is long dead, but the tradition carries on in all the Palm Restaurants to this day.
I proudly presented my tiny topic to BNI, hoping to find both advertisers and/or perhaps investors. The lunch was delicious, as the formula at the The Palm is quality food in a jovial, high-class atmosphere that doesn’t take itself too seriously. Their beginning have not been forgotten – and Bill Steinke’s contribution lives on…
My blog on the other hand, is in the tradition of that cartoonist‘s work AND (in my humble opinion), unique. It’s all original material, cartoons and editorials on which I have spent incalculable hours creating. These cartoons started as a way to cheer myself-up after loosing my job following a progressive work-related injury. Injured and twice the age of everyone else in the department where I worked, (at an institution that can buy and sell the City of Philadelphia), I found myself on unemployment. Out the door, if you will.. My new dog Winnie became my muse, and the one and only thing in my life I could count on to get me through.
But I digress. I was presenting my ideas at the Palm, pitching Google AdSence, floating on air following a fine meal – (in stark contrast to the rice and beans I’m feeding myself these days), when I returned to find my AdSense account had been deactivated, suspended, HALTED – STOPPED, and all my advertisers pulled. My paltry earnings which had only been monetized a week ago, are now in limbo. Only yesterday I mailed off a form to the Pennsylvania Department of Labor and Industry’s Unemployment Division informing them I’d earned an additional $147.50 for the month of August, reporting a weekly average of $36.87 on my blog – which will be applied to my unemployment records, potentially effecting what I may receive from my unemployment.
THOSE GOD-DAMNED MOTHER FUCKING SPOILED ROTTEN GEN-X ENTITLED ASSHOLE BILLIONAIRES, (and Google founders), Larry Page and Sergey Brin, by the policies they have instituted, have decided there is some kind of ‘hanky-panky’ going on with my blog – AND REMOVED ALL MY EARNINGS…!!! My blog has had over 1,000 hits since I launched it last month. I link – AND advertise my blog ONLY on Facebook – and my fan page.
I count myself lucky to have hundreds of Facebook friends, and a growing number of fans on my fan page. Three-quarters of whom are people I‘ve never met face to face. I like these people because of the intellectual exchanges we’ve shared. Some of these people with faces like little postage stamp-sized thumbnails send me messages I look forward to receiving everyday. I honestly can say I love a great number of these people I’ve never seen in person.
I work on a blog post 2 or 3 days in advance – doing research – writing the text and illustrating my words. I know I piss off a lot of people, but an exceeding number of individuals drawn to my blog understand and appreciate the viewpoint I‘m presenting. I rely on current events to drive my posts. But THREE FUCKING DAYS AFTER I’VE POSTED SOMETHING ON MY BLOG, I can’t get a thumbnail on Facebook that connects a reader to my blog.
If you send the Google-geeks or that thieving Mark Zuckerberg money online, it’s in their account before you can wipe you ass-clean after a steaming dump. But it takes my blog posts longer to go live on Facebook than it takes to train from New York to Los Angeles on AMTRAC.
And NO – this is NOT Barack Obama’s fault.
It is, however the fault of the parents of my own generation who’ve raised spoiled, unscrupulous, entitled children, who at the time of the technology boom amassed vast wealth and power beyond the developmental level of their own maturity. No, “Greed is NOT good”, Mr Gekko. All I want is enough to get by.
|Larry Page and Sergey Brin A bouillabaisse of spoiled brats.|
Just try and find a complaint department with a living, breathing human being at Facebook or Google. They don’t exist.
|Immature Billionaire and corporate Commander in Thief||, Mark Zuckerberg|