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13 years ago
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I wrote this up earlier when someone on Facebook posted a "I'm unfriending people, do you want to stay" status and I'll probably use it again, so I need a place to put it, so I can find it quickly.
From now on, I am responding to all "I'm unfriending people, do you want to stay?" posts the same way.
"Son, we live in a world that has (Facebook) walls, and those walls have to be entertained by men with jokes. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Myspace, and you curse the Social Networks. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That MySpace's death, while tragic, probably entertained lives. And my existence, while absurd and incomprehensible to you, entertains lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about in Tumbler blogs, you want me on that (Facebook) wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like joke, pun, limerick. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent parodying something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very humor that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and updated your status, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a book of elephant jokes, and make a post. Either way, I don't give a rat's tail holder if you want to unfriend me". -Paraphrasing Colonel Nathaniel Jessep, USMC, A Few Good Men
From now on, I am responding to all "I'm unfriending people, do you want to stay?" posts the same way.
"Son, we live in a world that has (Facebook) walls, and those walls have to be entertained by men with jokes. Who's gonna do it? You? You, Lt. Weinburg? I have a greater responsibility than you could possibly fathom. You weep for Myspace, and you curse the Social Networks. You have that luxury. You have the luxury of not knowing what I know. That MySpace's death, while tragic, probably entertained lives. And my existence, while absurd and incomprehensible to you, entertains lives. You don't want the truth because deep down in places you don't talk about in Tumbler blogs, you want me on that (Facebook) wall, you need me on that wall. We use words like joke, pun, limerick. We use these words as the backbone of a life spent parodying something. You use them as a punchline. I have neither the time nor the inclination to explain myself to a man who rises and sleeps under the blanket of the very humor that I provide, and then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would rather you just said thank you, and updated your status, Otherwise, I suggest you pick up a book of elephant jokes, and make a post. Either way, I don't give a rat's tail holder if you want to unfriend me". -Paraphrasing Colonel Nathaniel Jessep, USMC, A Few Good Men
