Unfriend

Cape Hatteras Lighthouse, 2005

The ease of communication on the internet balances precariously on a fulcrum of asshattery. Case in point: Facebook. I have a bunch of old high school people who have friended me on there, and despite the fact that I don't go to reunions and some of these people I haven't seen or spoken to since June of 1980, it seems rude to ignore their friend request, or worse and ruder yet, unfriend them once they reveal themselves to be fundamentalist Christians. I really don't have any tolerance at all for religious crazies, especially when they want to see anyone who doesn't agree with them destroyed. Preferrably smited, smoted?, by God, but if man has to do the smiting in the name of God, that's fine too. It's insane, to my mind, but to their mind, it's righteous and what is expected of them. They are on the frontlines of God's Holy Army (one woman actually said this) taking back our country for the 'real' Americans.
Of course they all adore Sarah Palin, which is perfect backwards troll logic. I would expect nothing less than total devotion to Palin and her meandering rhetoric of half truths, outright lies, and made up shit.
Anyway, my solution, if I have one, is that I'm going to have to purge some people from my friend list, because there are those on facebook who are actual friends, and I like being connected with them. These other clowns...I should just mock them, but what with the menopause and all, they set me off on Angry Street instead of merely careenly wildly down Make Fun Boulevard.
The one positive thing from reconnecting with old school mates is that a couple of them have turned out to be really cool people, with interesting lives and thoughtful insights.