I, like a lot of friends I know, have become a little quieter in cyberspace these days. Why? Because of the lack of civility in human discourse out there. Of course, there is nothing surprising by that statement. Anybody out there in cyberland has witnessed, or may have been a party to, a discussion that has turned drastically evil.
The evilest one I can remember was where one very confused gentleman, I use that word “gentleman” very loosely, responded to a very factual statement of mine by saying he had my ISP address and was on his way to my house to: “. . . rape your mother and kill your whole family.” Nice guy. Apparently, intelligence, in any measurable form, was lacking in this individual.
And such responses tend to scare people off from wanting to engage any further. Which may have been this person’s objective. No intelligent response, so they had to threaten me with violence.
But a couple of days ago, I witnessed what I think is another low in the field of cyber communications. It’s where a person takes an uninformed action and then refuses to even engage in an adult conversation. I think I would have appreciated the outrageous and ill-informed response to that of refusal to even address a situation at all. And it was all over such a trifling incident at that.
What had happened was this:
I have been a member of a private FB group called “Love My Ozarks” for several years now. It is a group where you can post pictures and stories about the Ozarks. The only requirements, that I am aware of, was that you lived in the Ozarks and that the pictures you posted were from the Ozarks.
Now the Ozarks has been defined as a physiographic region comprised of parts of Missouri, Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Kansas. If one looks at a map, I live in the northern part of this region. And as I mentioned, I had been a member of this group for some time. I had made multiple posts of pics without problem, until the night of the Supermoon, the Vernal Equinox.
On this night, I posted a picture of the sunset from that evening.
The picture had received forty-two likes before it was removed by the administrator of the page. I received a FB notification saying it was removed because the administrator could not confirm my location as being in the Ozarks.
This seemed like no big deal. I’d simply inform the administrator that I was, in fact, in the Ozarks, as was the location of the picture. One problem, my post had been taken down so there was no way to comment on it. So, I elected to make another post on the page.
In my second post, I stated that my prior post had been deleted for the reason stated. I apologized for any confusion. I identified my location and that of the picture. I made a suggestion that the administrator might simply wish to inquire of the person posting pictures for any information they thought they needed. And I wished everyone on the page well and hoped they enjoyed the sunset and moonrise that evening.
It was a totally above board, transparent message as I saw it.
Two people had liked this post prior to the administrator responding. But instead of having an adult exchange, the administrator deleted my post, kicked me out of the group, and blocked me so I have no way to get back to it – not even to apply for readmission should I so desire.
Now I’m not really upset over this. I was just surprised. Either this individual was embarrassed by their unwarranted actions and didn’t want the rest of the group to discover it, or perhaps they are just one total fucking asshole. I really have no way to judge since it appears they are incapable of having an adult discussion and responding.
I had even apologized, even though I should not have needed to.
There were multiple options for a response available to this person that didn’t have to delve into the infantile. No matter, the behavior of people often gives me something to write about.
And it gives me the chance to mention one other thing.
I do think it a little odd when people lay claim to something that they cannot own. “My Ozarks?” This physical region of the planet really can’t be possessed. People can hold portions of property temporarily and hopefully be good stewards of that land. But attaching a possessory term carries with it the concept of exclusion – it’s mine, not yours. It is prejudicial and superiorical. I just made that last word up 🙂 But I think you get the idea.
So now, I might just have to start my own group for pics on FB. If I limited it regionally, I would not use the possessory and exclusive term “My.” Perhaps I could call it “Midwest Magic.” Or, “Native Midwest.” Or, “Midwestern Skies.”
The “Midwest” includes twelve states. Illinois, Indiana, Iowa, Kansas, Michigan, Minnesota, Missouri, Nebraska, North Dakota, Ohio, South Dakota, and Wisconsin. A bit larger region.
Or, I could open it up to pictures from everywhere. All over the world.
Or, have different days of the week for different regions. Or different days for different genre like: sunsets, moons and stars, landscapes, wildlife . . . So many possibilities 🙂
Photo: This is the sunset picture I had posted on the FB page. I kind of like it and thought others might as well.