Banned? Again? What is wrong with you?
I looked up from the computer screen. An angry Annabelle faced me. She did not look happy.
Annabelle, don’t blame me! It’s those idiot Facebook police, hypocritical asses.
What do you mean?
They’re deliberately selective on what they claim violates “community standards.”
And?
They decide what those words are, but there’s no list as such. For instance, I referred to Sarah Huckabee Sanders as “white trash,” and they banned me for thirty days. When I returned to Facebook, I posted the covers of several sociological books and a cookbook with “White Trah” in the title. Nothing happened. The Facebook police are asses.
So . . . what did you do this time?
Hold on. Let me finish the article I’m reading.
What is it?
“Eight reasons that Rome fell.”
Was Trump their president, too?
No, silly. Although he’s as insane and perverted as some of the emperors. Hold on. I’m almost finished reading this.
You are ruining my chances of stardom!
There! I’ve finished. I put the computer to sleep. So . . . what’s going on, Missy?
Why are you banned from Facebook?
It’s this blasted pandemic. All these idiot Republican governors, mayors, senators pushing the country to open.
And Trump! I hate him. I wish I could vote.
But you can’t, Missy.
He’s willing to kill everyone to stay in office. He’s already ruined Daylight Savings Time. So, what happened?
Right now he and his cronies are pushing to open schools and put a lot of children’s lives in danger, while they’re all afraid of attending the Republican convention.
I hate him. Every cat I know hates him.
You only know Thatch and Stella.
Well, they hate him!
So, so do you want to hear about Facebook or not?
Of course. You’re putting my career in danger.
There was this post attached to a link about all these California churches staying open, three thousand churches, I think, and that’s ridiculous. It’s suicide, since a lot of those idiots won’t wear masks. They think if the plague doesn’t hit them, it’s not real.
Should I put mine on?
I don’t think you need to. We’re pretty safe here. If we go out, yes, you all need to wear masks.
So, why did Facebook ban you?
Because my response to this article was “That should kill a lot of Christian assholes.” These non-maskers and Trumpers call themselves Christians and they’re nothing but idiots and frauds! These fools wouldn’t know Christ if He walked up to any of them and gave them a soul or a heart.
Theology is too deep for me. We cats have it much easier.
I suppose so.
Well, you’ve got to stop this . . . this Facebook ban. You’re ruining my career.
Well, look at it this was, Annabelle. Nothing’s going on with your career till this pandemic is over.
Daddy, you’re wrong there. Every star and nobody is keeping au courant on Facebook so they’re not forgotten. I refuse to be forgotten. I am a star.
Well, I’m sorry, Annabelle. In twenty-nine more days I’ll be out of Facebook jail, and you can post again-
I could be forgotten by then!
Well, you’ve still got your Instagram account.
Oh, that’s right! Thatch! Thatch! Where are you, Thatch!
Probably hiding from you, I thought. Instead I said, He’s probably playing with Stella.
Stella! Stella!
Stella erupted from the bathroom where she had most likely been relaxing in the sink – don’t ask; she likes it there – and ran to the computer table. She jumped up beside Annabelle and wrestled her onto my lap.
Watch out for my coffee! I shouted.
Annabelle jumped off my lap and ran into the living area. Thatch! Thatch! I need you. Where are you, Thatch?
I think he’s hiding, I whispered to Stella, who turned and bit my nose.
©2020, Larry Moore
Annabelle & Thatch 