November 2008


Today, I am really upset with Facebook.  As many of you know, I am an individual that blogs.  I get on my soapbox and I yaak about whatever I’m feeling.  I, SteadyCat had a facebook page that was connected to all my friends.  People that know me as SteadyCat and also call me by that name.  My Facebook page was called SteadyCat’s SoapBox.  I used the Blogcast application that facebook supplies on their site – so that snippets of my blogs here would show up there.  No rules were broken. It was all done with an application that they provided. 

Yet, Facebook removed my page.  According to them, the page is for individuals and not for businesses or groups or for purposes of making money.  I wrote an explained that I am not a group or a company and I certainly don’t make any money. I am an individual that happens to blog.  They responded by saying that their decision was final.

Why is it that when companies get so big, they can arbitrarily snuff people out without even having to adhere to their own rules.  Just like that, they murdered me.  Yet, they allow millions of other individuals that blog to connect with their friends and to use blogcast – just like I did.   Is their a rule that says I have to use my real name, otherwise I’m a money making business?  Do you think it is because the facebook administrator didn’t like my topics – and knows they can discriminate with no recourse – if they want to?  Do you think that it is unfair that they make millions of dollars through advertisements – because of people like myself utilizing their site – and still not have to adhere to their own rules of parity?  Is there something I can do about being executed without having committed a crime? 

*sobs*  If you can assist me, please do so.

Tonight I participated in the Reclaim The Night annual march.  It is the annual women’s march against rape and male violence.  The London Feminist Network called the march.  The reasons why the march is held.  For women in the USA who want to learn about similar events in the USA, see Take Back The Night.

The march itself lasted about 90 minutes and it was quite exhilarating.  The women were of various ages and ethnicities, young and elder, bundled up in jackets, scarves, gloves and hats. We held signs and banners and made a bit of a ruckus.  A good ruckus.  Police walked alongside and behind the parade to make sure everything went off without a hitch. Traffic was blocked and onlookers gathered to watch. After the march, there was a rally with speakers and an after party.  The London Feminist Network really knows how to throw a good shindig.

Reclaim The Night

Why

London Feminist Network

I have recently stumbled across a new web magazine, based in the UK, called BAD IDEA and I really like them.   The literary journal is labeled creative non-fiction and hip, young journalism.  After reading a particular article, I laughed for three days straight … erm … three days gayly forward.  

Without further ado,  I’d like to present to you the article that caught my attention.  *blows trumpet*  American Seeks Political Asylum Through Craigslist to Escape Obamamania.  

Congratulations to President Elect Barack Obama, Vice President Joe Biden and their families! 

 When CNN announced that Barack Obama was the President Elect, in my neck of the woods it was 5AM. Once I’d stopped screaming and yelling, I called my 81-year-old mother.  She was arrested when I was a child for marching with Martin Luther King and for fighting for the right to vote as well as other civil rights. After she was detained, we (friends and family) thought we never see her again.  Thank goodness that wasn’t true.

I called and asked mom how she felt watching Barack Obama become our President, she said ‘Thank you Jesus.’   When I hung up the phone, I cried for her suffering and then I cried because she was still alive to witness this event.

As an adult, I covered over my childhood traumas.  That’s what mature grownups do.  Growing up and watching my parent’s struggle for basic rights as well as dealing with my own experiences did not leave a lot of room for feelings of safety.  I remember being six and beaten with a cane by an elderly white woman – because I couldn’t tell her where the coke machine was.  She didn’t stop until my older sister ran over and pulled on the cane so that she couldn’t strike me any more. At the age of seven, I integrated the school system in my home town.  As the lol kittens might say – “war stories…I haz them.”   It was only after Obama ran for President did I realize that I still had raw damage begging for attention.

We have now participated in a historic election that is helping mend wounds that we share collectively. Yes we can and yes we did.

As taken from The CNN Wire

CNN) — Barack Obama’s grandmother, Madelyn Dunham, has died following a bout with cancer, Obama and his sister, Maya Soetoro-Ng, said Monday.

“She was the cornerstone of our family, and a woman of extraordinary accomplishment, strength, and humility,” their statement said. “She was the person who encouraged and allowed us to take chances. She was proud of her grandchildren and great-grandchildren and left this world with the knowledge that her impact on all of us was meaningful and enduring. Our debt to her is beyond measure.”

Obama and Soetoro-Ng asked that donations be made for the search for a cure for cancer in lieu of flowers. A small private ceremony will be held “at a later date.”

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All my respect goes to Madelyn Dunham, who helped forge something monumental in the heart and soul of her grandchild.  May she rest in peace knowing her life’s work was well done.  My condolences to the family.