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Facebook has blocked me for not following “community standards” because I wondered in a comment whether one of its users was mentally retarded. That person whose IQ looked suspect has a name which is an odd mix of North Indian Brahmin and South Indian Roman Catholic. When he/she (the name is male and the profile pic is female) got me blocked for wondering facetiously about his/her IQ, I checked his/her profile and saw that he/she was an Indian living abroad having studied at Copenhagen International School and Imperial College of London. He/she is apparently very nationalistic. Strangely, he/she reminded me of Anjum/Aftab, the hijra character in Arundhati Roy’s novel, The Ministry of Utmost Happiness though they have nothing in common.

What I don’t understand, however, is why Facebook bothers to block anyone just because he wonders about the IQ of one of its users. Facebook’s own IQ is highly suspect. It is just a swindling medium. I don’t really care whether it exists or not. I wander into its domain just for the heck of it. Like an atheist entering a temple dedicated to the eleventh incarnation of Vishnu.

Facebook is one of the most unethical websites. It shares your information with third parties without your permission. The privacy settings revert to unsafe mode after you redesign it each time. Facebook ads contain malware that creep into your personal life maliciously. Experts say that Facebook gets your real friends making you vulnerable unknowingly. There are too many scammers and fraudsters there whom Facebook never cares to block.

Frances Haugen of Cambridge Analytic is one of the many whistleblowers who drew the attention of the world to the multifarious frauds perpetrated by Facebook. She said in no uncertain terms that Facebook lied to the public, investors, advertisers, journalists and governments. Facebook is mere shit in other words. You enter there at your own risk. I enter there knowing that I am stepping into a riled cesspool. I don’t care whether an Indian nationalist wheelwright living in Copenhagen or London gets me blocked in that cesspool.

Facebook is replete with hate speech, misinformation, and celebrations of violence. With 350 million Indians using Facebook, India is the company’s largest market.

Mark Zuckerberg’s integrity has been questioned again and again in the international media. Just Google his name with the word ‘integrity’ added to it and you will be amazed to see the results. This mammoth fraud is blocking people for calling another fraud’s IQ into question without even bothering to find out the details of what exactly happened. I am not even given a chance to explain! Come on, Sucker-berg!

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  1. Hari om
    I have nothing to do with the booke of phisogs... but recently was semiblocked from Instagram (fb owned) for having a "suspect URL"... say what??!!! Stick to blogging I say &*> YAM xx

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    1. Just after I posted this, the message came thst it was a mistake. I was unblocked. Quite funny.

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    2. Just read your comment above, looks like Facebook is reading your blog posts! I do visit Fb whenever I want to share a new blog post -- have been thinking about the visibility cloak I sometimes like to don because I do enjoy the connectivity. Hmmm... to be or not to be on SM is the question.

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    3. SM can be a nuisance. But it has its delights too. I learn a lot of things from SM before they appear in the mass media.

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  2. It has certain merits too and that's why people still stick to it.

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