Friday, March 27, 2015

BLOODY FREAKING HELL... ANOTHER MONTH IS ALMOST GONE AND I HAVEN'T DONE MUCH IN THE WAY OF HORROR MOVIES - GOTTA PICK ONE REALLY QUICK SO I'LL PICK.... HMMM.... SOMETHING EASY BUT GOOD.... NOPE, THERE AIN'T ONE. I'LL HAVE TO DO AWFUL AND EXCRUCIATINGLY LONG INSTEAD....





V/H/S Viral (2014)

This was to be the turd... I'm sorry, I mean the THIRD of a series of anthologies that were also kind of experiments in alternate horror. You had a wraparound story that kind of hinted that watching these V/H/S tapes in a certain order might do something to you - whether they're pushing for paranormal or not, it was sort of interesting. Not great, but interesting.






So you know what happens next - you get a history lesson! That's right, Miss Murder continues to fill space by telling you Generation Z babies (Hmm, what are they gonna call the next generation?) a little old-time history. We had video cameras before you were born you know. They may have weighed a ton, and the size of one of Jigsaw's traps, but we had 'em. AND most of 'em took full size V/H/S tapes. If they didn't, they usually had adapters so you could transfer your videos onto 'em.


But, like everything else, people wanted things to be as huge as possible, then changed their minds and started to make things as small as possible - which is why you can find lots of people squinting to watch movies on their smartphones. I couldn't believe when a young girl said she didn't understand the movie Inception - that she watched on her phone. I told her it was probably because she couldn't SEE it.


Okay, now the movie. You had parts one and two. Then you have the turd. And this time I'm not correcting myself. I kept having to look at the wiki and the movie description because I was sure this was some kind of spin off 'cause they totally took the idea of mind warping through the supernatural events on the tapes and... well... they killed it. 

For 81 minutes you just sit and watch and shake your head (not too hard - you can get brain damage from that). This movie was vapid, vacuous, vile, vague, vacillating, valueless, vexatious, vulgar, vexing, violent, There's probably more 'V' words I could use, but I don't wanna. But there's one 'V' missing in this movie: V/H/S. 


Smile for daddy...
How do you make a V/H/S movie without a tape in sight? And what kind of crap cameras (and tons of smart phones - don't forget them) have white noise, breaks in the picture, blurring - all those things that we, the previous generation were so used to with our precious technology?


Vicious Circles: The wraparound is absurd and doesn't have a point - its a freaking ice cream truck (cue the annoying bling bling music) leading a police chase around in circles. Along the way it just runs over or drags until they drop whomever it happens to run into. Oh and somehow it gets the girlfriend of the main idiot with a camera, trying to get full video footage of the whole thing for his five seconds of fame (along with dozens running around with their smart phones). The stories flicker in and out with no introduction but the main irritation is the blinking, messy footage. C'mon people, it's 2015 - you know, the digital age? There's no reason to have so much horrible footage that only serves to irritate and give you a headache. Speaking of which:


Dante The Great: The only halfway interesting story also has been done to death (pun intended) in better movies and better ways. A white trash loser living in a trailer park... okay let's stop right there, shall we?


People, I hate to break this to you but the American home (especially the ones you see in movies) are financially available to less and less of the population. The latest stats I could find about Americans who live in trailer parks were wildly different depending on what news source you looked at or what year. I saw percentages and one even claimed that nearly 20 million people in the US live in a manufactured home of some type.

I have lived in apartments, trailers and houses. Currently I live in a single wide trailer in a pretty nice "trailer park" right across the street from a grade school. You'd think that would irritate an old lady like me <stops to sip her Chamomile tea>, but I actually enjoy listening to them play and since we're just about straight across from the playground, my cats have something else to watch when the birds aren't around to tease them.

I am not white trash. I live with my husband in affordable housing (which, since the landlord thinks he can raise the rent every year will soon end) in a nice looking, very small town.


Now, the story. It was presented as a sort of a Mysterious Mysteries of Strange Mystery (Geez I miss Invader Zim!) program, summing up how Dante got started, how he somehow got hold of a cloak that once belonged to Houdini, and became super famous and super rich... until the most recent of his many assistants came forward to tell the police what happened to those other assistants and Dante was arrested and promptly disappeared. 

He grabbed the assistant from the police station and after a brief tussle, she overcame him and the cloak ate him. You heard me. The assistant burned the cloak but of course it was not that dumb and came back and ate the assistant. And that was the end.

I wish. This sucker is 81 minutes long and only 10 of them were slightly interesting (the Dante story), the rest, a freaking bore. After all, if this wasn't a true continuation of the storyline that they were developing in the first two, what's the point? At the beginning people start going insane from what they see on their phones anyway, so why continue and what... never mind. Okay, here's the short and curly summary of the rest.


Parallel Monsters: A man creates a portal, revealing a universe that exactly like his own. And in that world is his twin. They decide to switch for 15 interminable minutes. Surprise, the parallel universe is full of demons and people die. Aaaaand that's about it for that one. Oh, I did have a good laugh at what these demons had for, uh, private parts. It was kind of a psycho's wet dream combined with some H.P. Lovecraft knockoff effects. But for here I'll only show the woman, sorry.


Bonestorm: Just what everyone wants to see - skateboarders. And worse, they're wearing cameras on their helmets - but they're pointing at their faces. Why exactly? So we can NOT see what they are doing, just hear what they're pretending to be doing? Being young and stupid they agree to go to Tijuana to skate in a dry concrete ditch. Aaaaaand the ditch has monsters (oh I'm sorry, zombies) because something's got to kill these kids. But alas, two of the kids live and we stay bored and it has nothing to do with the movie.


In the wraparound, people are chasing the van like crazy, so crazy that one idiot gets caught in the back bumper somehow and get dragged along, first losing his shoes, and then his feet. That was almost, ALMOST worth watching.


In another segment that isn't even titled, we see a group having a barbeque until one of the guys goes nuts and for no reason whatsoever. He stabs this guy's dog in the head with a fork (there's a saying - we don't care who dies as long as the dog's okay) and the dog's owner goes crazy and wipes out the whole family with forks, knives, anything he can find. Oh, don't worry about the dog. He simply sits there, waiting until his part is done so he can go home, eat his treats, and tear up his SAG card.

At the blessed end the van stops and the guy with the camera whose girlfriend had been abducted is forced to upload all we've just seen so the whole city can suffer through their smartphones. Ummm, they already going insane through their smartphones. That was kind of the point - but since this ends the movie I'm not going to complain at all. And I'm so glad I own a dumbphone.





                      

Sunday, March 22, 2015

MY FINAL (SO FAR) THOUGHTS ON THIS WHOLE FACEBOOK MESS (AND THANK YOU JOHN HUGHES 1950-2009)...








Dear Mr. Zuckerberg:

We accept the fact (because, admittedly, we have no choice) that you are an invisible giant standing on the backs of your underlings, running a huge money making corporation and have little regard for the pitiful ants that scurry about, using your site and making you the aforementioned money.

We do NOT accept the fact that we had to sacrifice our Facebook accounts on the basis of rules that your company itself regularly breaks and changes whenever the mood strikes them, and regular Facebook members with 'agendas' can wipe out hundreds of accounts at will (Deleting Native Americans on Indigenous Peoples' Day was just a crazy coincidence? How stupid do you think we are?).

But in either case we think that you're crazy to make us provide photo ID (which, if you really thought about it, proves nothing - I could be a gummy bear and the license could be forged for under $20) telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us - in the simplest terms, in the most convenient definitions, making you the big-ass money.

But what we found out that each one of us is a Native American, a member of the LGBT community, a person escaping from abuse, or simply a person that, for innocent reasons, cannot have their 'real' name appear on their account. And that will never change no matter how much you think you can threaten and/or force us, rich and privileged white man.

Does that answer your question?

Sincerely yours, the Ex-Facebook Club


Saturday, March 21, 2015

I FOUGHT THE LAW AND... IT WASN'T FUN. BUT SOMEBODY OUT THERE WAS LISTENING AT LEAST - FOR WHAT THAT'S WORTH (WARNING: ARTICLES INCLUDED HAVE ADULT LANGUAGE EVEN WORSE THAN MINE, PLEASE NOTE THIS IS NOT FOR CHILDREN AND NSFW)...






My Story Doesn't Catch Fire But There Are A Few Embers

Leave it to Miss Murder to be one of the few where, when they ask for help from television news stations that "solve problems" I instead only get really, really embarrassed. BUT I do get to Google myself. Now for some reason, looking up my name does NOT bring up the original story (you have to Google the town for some reason) but I did find TWO other sites that picked up the story in... umm... actually I don't know where the hell they come from or why they included it.

But they did and since I no longer am playing Duck, Duck, Goose with the Zuck I thought I'd include them before I sink back into the depths of obscurity:

The following article is from a website named Barstool Sports:








Native Americans Keep Getting Kicked Off Facebook Because Their Names Sound Fake



Source – A local woman logged onto Facebook only to find that she’d been locked out, she believes, because of the nature of her name. Shoy Mohr is a shut-in, living in the quiet town of Mosier. Mohr is also a card-carrying member of the Cherokee Nation, and up until Monday, she was a member of the Facebook community. Her account was disabled because Facebook isn’t sure “Shoy Mohr” is a real person.

A look online reveals other Native Americans with the same issue: Mike Raccoon Eyes Kinney, Bobby Kat LittleCub, Little White Wolf, Summer Lightfeather and Donna GhostBear. All of them write they were flagged for having possible fake names on Facebook. “I am preparing to sue Facebook for racial profiling which is in violation of our Constitutional rights and our human and civil rights, as well,” Mike Raccoon Eyes Kinney said in a video posted on YouTube.

To verify her identity, Facebook asked Mohr to provide a .jpeg of a government-issued form of identification, such as her driver’s license. So why not turn over the license? “I don’t know what they’ll do with it,” Mohr said. “I don’t trust them. It could go anywhere on the internet.” A Facebook spokeman said any documentation is destroyed after verification, and it won’t back down from requiring it — Mohr will either have to prove her identity or give up her window to the world.


To be perfectly fair to Facebook here, every single one of these names sounds like something a rich white person would change their name to online before heading to Burning Man. I bet Bobby Kat LittleCub makes the best tie dye t-shirts and can cook up a killer grilled cheese sandwich. Mike Raccoon Eyes Kinney probably LOVES trance music and always has the best acid. Little White Wolf thinks he/she/it’s a pansexual unicorn. That basic bitch, Summer Lightfeather buys pasties and body paint in bulk. And Donna Ghostbear sucks a mean dick if you make her a decent grilled cheese. Looking at you, Bobby. After two weeks in the desert they probably all head back to their real estate office in Portland and talk shop around the mayonnaise dispenser in the break room. What a crew. Totally understandable for Facebook to question if those are their real names.

On the other hand, I’m Facebook friends with a dog who’s listed college is Dogus U and a guy named Lil Skippy. So maybe asking for a government issued ID from a Native American who’s named Shoy Mohr isn’t the best PR move for ole Zuckerberg.


(Hate to spoil your childhood memories kids - 
but "Iron Eyes" Cody was 100% Italian. - Miss Murder)

After reading that article I must admit I was a bit relieved not to have been made fun of, but felt bad for the rest who were, for some reason, connected with Portland (Thanks a lot Portlandia!). But, since the whole article seemed to be steeped in sarcasm, they shouldn't feel too bad either. I read what reader comments were available at the time and the only one towards me was saying that yeah, giving FB any kind of information by force was sure to be stored in their databases... not exactly a win, more like a meh.

The next comes from a website called Popist.com and was a little more... ehhh... can I say insulting? Not toward me (so far I've been spared trolls but I'm sure they're coming) but... <sob> here I'm described as "an old lady from Oregon" <pauses to drink Ensure and yell at the cats for no reason>







Facebook Locking Native American Accounts Because Of Their ‘Fake Names’ Policy

James B. Barnes

If your name is John Smith or Jane Doe, you’ll likely have no trouble maintaining a Facebook account. Likewise if it’s Abdul al-Awlaki, Jerome or Lakeisha Wilson, Jimmy Dean or Johnny Walker. But if your name is Shoy Mohr or Shane Creepingbear you’ll get shut out of your account and may be asked to provide a scanned photo id just to prove that your real name is your real name.

Such is the case for what seems to be an increasing number of Native Americans who signed up for Facebook using their real, legal, given names. Recently an old woman in Oregon by the name of Shoy Mohr had her account locked and when she asked why she was told “Her account was disabled because Facebook isn’t sure “Shoy Mohr” is a real person.”

That response raises a number of questions about what a “real” Facebook name looks like. I don’t think anyone would doubt that a European, Arab, Asian, or African name would have been left alone even if it wasn’t the account creators real name at all. I’ve known plenty of people with fake Facebook accounts under common sounding names. Indeed, I’d warrant that most of the fake names out there sound “real” so why does Facebook’s algorithm single out Native American names for extra scrutiny when it’s easier to fake it with a more common type of name?

Here’s how one man says he found out his name wasn’t “real” according to Facebook.

Shane Creepingbear, 32, says he was removed from Facebook several years ago and went through the steps to convince the company that Creepingbear is actually his last name.

“The policy is arbitrary and irrelevant,” he said in an interview with Yahoo News. “I want Facebook to do some self-reflection or acknowledge how they’ve marginalized people.”

Creepingbear, of the Kiowa Tribe of Oklahoma, said he was booted from the social network again last year, coincidentally on Columbus Day/Indigenous Peoples’ Day.

It’s no wonder that Native Americans are upset enough about this to set up a petition site to pressure Facebook to change their policy (now standing at 20,000 signatures). The rejection of Native American names has a brutal history harkening back to a time when Native American children were sent off to Native only boarding schools and given new, White names in an attempt at forced assimilation and re-education.




For Facebook’s part, when this issue was first reported by Yahoo News in February, a Facebook spokesperson said the issue was being fixed and defended the company’s “fake names” policy. This was after complaints spanning nearly a year.

“We are committed to ensuring that all members of the Facebook community can use the authentic names that they use in real life. Having people use their authentic names makes them more accountable, and also helps us root out accounts created for malicious purposes, like harassment, fraud, impersonation and hate speech.”

Facebook also allows affected persons to get their accounts back by providing a legal photo ID, something unnecessary for any other person with a non-Native sounding name. This option was offered to Shoy Mohr who declined to take part.

“I don’t know what they’ll do with it,” Mohr said. “I don’t trust them. It could go anywhere on the internet.” 


So as far as this story goes, I'll keep collecting articles if they pick up my story but I could have two or two million and it wouldn't do any difference. Why? If you even pay the slightest of attention, you'd notice that in every one of these articles, no matter how old or new, the "spokesperson" of Facebook spouts the same rhetoric practically word for word from pages you can find yourself in the great maze they call their 'help' pages.

In other words, no one's saying anything. And nothing is being done. Or will change. Or will have made my horrific five seconds in front of a TV camera worth it and not a constant source of nightmares.

Besides, locally? I'm being beaten for air time by the same freaking thing that got way more 'likes' on their page than my horror page - by a CARPET!

Yes, Portland (sorry Portlandia, mea culpa) has just announced the Grand Marshal of the Starlight Parade for 2015 is going to be the friggin' airport carpet that's being replaced - I'm going to bed now.




#facebookdiscriminatesagainstnativeamericans #facebookbansrealpeople #facebookclosesaccounts#bannedfromfacebook #facebookwantsyourdriverslicense #facebookviolatestheirownpolicies#facebook #facebookshunspeople #racist #facebooksucks 






                      

Friday, March 20, 2015

I FOUGHT THE LAW AND.. THE LAW WON... FOR NOW...






Alas, Playing Both The Race And The Pity Cards Were Of No Use

Oh my faithful followers the Zuck muck runs deep in Facebook Land. Despite his, ahem, confrontations with both the LGBT and the Native American communities and class action suits being brought against them by both groups because of it, the Name Game continues to be a thorn in the paw of many a roaring lion.





As was mentioned before VERY LOUDLY, I apparently have been permanently banned from Facebook because I don't breathe air, I've never driven a car, I've never bought groceries or shopped online. I am a spectre - floating through the internet, maliciously making a Facebook account and haunting it for YEARS before the good people who are just protecting YOU from people like ME thought my name looked odd and kicked me out.

Oh, the solution is simple. You just give away all your personal information because a caring place like Facebook surely would keep your private stuff safe, right? Wanna know what they'll take? Here ya go:








Too much? Don't worry my babies, you have other options if you wanna party with the Zuck:









What? Your yearbook is in the attic somewhere, your social security card is in the bottom of some file and you don't have a credit card? Hey, the Zuck says no prob bros and hoes, just follow option 3:







Don't want to have any of that information flying around a telephone line, cable line, wi fi, satellite, or other means of data snatching? Tough shit. That means you are no longer part of the exclusive club that is Facebook. Like me - it's a matter of principle now. 

Facebook claims THEY didn't delete me - a member reported me and they "verified" it. How exactly? Did they throw a dart at a board of names and it pierced mine?


It's times like this that you can Google yourself without shame 'cause you're doing it to make a point (*cough cough*). My name has eight letters and a space. I'd tell you how much time it takes to type that in but my watch doesn't measure micro-seconds.

Awww, don't look so down my children. If you've ever Googled yourself, your shame is private and nobody has to know. But as for me...

Sigh. Having a horrible habit that has plagued me all my life of sticking my neck out just to have it chopped off trying to 'do the right thing', I sent out letters to television stations. Yes, I am a card carrying Native American. No I DON'T have to explain why my last name isn't something like Running Bear, or Lone Wolf, or What Does The Fox Say?... sorry, that last one is an abomination of a song that... never mind.




Oh yeah, I stuck my neck out. Stretched it right on that chopping block, talking to a nice lady, trying to sound coherent and realizing I'm failing at it badly. It was obvious she was going for either an another-Native-American-gets-booted angle or a-poor-sick-shut-in-loses-a-major-means-of-communication angle. Or maybe she was just looking for her story to get over and done quick so she could get away from the crazy lady.

I'll spare you the actual interview (I look like Jabba The Hut in a green sweater and wild red hair) but here's the article on their website:






Woman claims Facebook locked her out because of Native American name










Woman claims Facebook locked her out because of Native American name
(AP Photo/dapd, Timur Emek)

MOSIER, Ore. -- A local woman logged onto Facebook only to find that she'd been locked out, she believes, because of the nature of her name.

Shoy Mohr is a shut-in, living in the quiet town of Mosier. She agreed to leave her home briefly to meet with KATU Problem Solver Shellie Bailey-Shah.
Mohr is also a card-carrying member of the Cherokee Nation, and up until Monday, she was a member of the Facebook community.    
Her account was disabled because Facebook isn't sure "Shoy Mohr" is a real person.
A look online reveals other Native Americans with the same issue: Mike Raccoon Eyes Kinney, Bobby Kat LittleCub, Little White Wolf, Summer Lightfeather and Donna GhostBear. All of them write they were flagged for having possible fake names on Facebook.

"I am preparing to sue Facebook for racial profiling which is in violation of our Constitutional rights and our human and civil rights, as well," Mike Raccoon Eyes Kinney said in a video posted onYouTube.
There's even an online petition with more than 4,000 signatures, asking Facebook to change its policy.

A Facebook spokesman told the Problem Solvers the site doesn't target its users; other users report names that they suspect aren't authentic and then Facebook verifies.

The spokesman gave the Problem Solvers this statement:
"We are committed to ensuring that all members of the Facebook community can use the names that they use in real life. Having people use their authentic names makes them more accountable and also helps us root out accounts created for malicious purposes, like harassment, fraud, impersonation, and hate speech. Over the last several months, we've made some significant improvements in the implementation of this standard, including enhancing the overall experience and expanding the options available for verifying an authentic name. We have more work to do, and our teams will continue to prioritize these improvements." 

To verify her identity, Facebook asked Mohr to provide a .jpeg of a government-issued form of identification, such as her driver's license. 
So why not turn over the license?
"I don't know what they'll do with it," Mohr said. "I don't trust them. It could go anywhere on the internet."
A Facebook spokeman said any documentation is destroyed after verification, and it won't back down from requiring it -- Mohr will either have to prove her identity or give up her window to the world.
Facebook has added to the list of documentation that it will accept. Click here for more information. 

Psst... you don't have to click my lovely readers, it just takes you to the long three-part list I put on my blog above. There are documents on that freaking thing that I wouldn't even give to my best friend (assuming I had one) or even my relatives. And yet there I was, wild hair trying to escape in the breeze, my many chins fighting for dominance while I was wondering what the hell I was doing to myself. I have NEVER put a real picture of myself online and here I am appearing in a newscast. How dumb is that?


When it became clear that I really wasn't going to get anywhere I changed tactics, telling the very nice lady that I wanted people to know this is still happening. And not just to me, so I'm not paranoid. That apparently worked, at least to a small degree.

Although the news crew was very nice and professional, they clearly decided the race card was the hand they were going to present - all for naught. I have to tell you that I'm kind of suspicious of the 'representative' part of the story, since it copies almost word for word what you find if you're willing to wade through page after page of so-called Facebook "help".

But denied I was and denied I shall stay. Ya know there was a time when I would have panic attacks when the power went out or the internet connection wasn't working properly - I felt I was going to miss something important from the great Zuck and the Facebook world.




This time? I would laugh but I might pee myself. Why would I want to use a 'service' that so obviously enjoys making and breaking its own rules at will, whose spokespeople lie outright (if Facebook 'verified' I was a fake person, the woman who carried me in her womb is in for a nasty surprise). This is NOT a campaign to get people to quit hangin' out with the Zuck. I know how it can be to want to be part of the 'community' so badly that even small interruptions can be very upsetting. 

But you know what? It's March 20, 2015, and I am a very real woman stating to you, my faithful readers, that the loss of that particular service just may do me a lot of good. I've got a lot of books (and comics) to catch up on, and hey, I might find something good on TV... umm, actually I think I'll stick to reading.

I am fine (if not possessing a 'camera friendly' face) from appearing (briefly, thank you God) on TV and I will continue to be fine and not bow to the false idol that is Facebook - and very damned sure I'm not going to give them information they have absolutely no right asking for as it was NOT part of the sign-up agreement.

As for Google+? Hey, it's free, it's easy to use - if a bit lonesome but who knows, it may soon be known as party central if special 'groups' who are being targeted by Zuck decide to take their socializing elsewhere. Assuming, of course, that the whole computer world isn't completely sucked into the Twitter vortex.



#facebookdiscriminatesagainstnativeamericans #facebookbansrealpeople #facebookclosesaccounts#bannedfromfacebook #facebookwantsyourdriverslicense #facebookviolatestheirownpolicies#facebook #facebookshunspeople #racist #facebooksucks 






                      

Wednesday, March 18, 2015

HERE'S WHAT IT COMES DOWN TO FAITHFUL READERS... ANOTHER REASON TO BELIEVE THAT FACEBOOK, THAT OVER-CONFIDENT GIANT OF SOCIAL MEDIA, IS SOON TO TOPPLE...






I, Apparently, Exist Only In My Own Mind

It was not a good weekend. My first visit to a decent doctor in... forever, resulted in me getting sicker than I've been in a very long time. May the receptionist who sneezed in my face forever be scratching at invisible bugs she thinks are crawling under her skin!!!

THEN Sunday (March 15. 2015) we had a HELL of a wind storm, not surprising living in the Columbia River Gorge, but knocking out any services required to do, well, anything. We spent the day huddled in our still-warm waterbed, eating cold PB&J sandwiches (which I actually liked, hadn't had one in forever), me sniffling, coughing, and trying to catch up on some of my reading by lantern light. Oh we are well prepared for this kind of thing.


One winter the ice, wind, and downed trees was so bad, we had no power for almost a week. That's when the hubby decided to invest in some gear, mainly a good generator to at least keep the bed (and us and the kitties) warm, and the refrigerator and freezer cold. We've got a good amount of supplies if ever needed, so I'm not terribly worried - and whaddya know, I didn't miss the computer one bit!

But then...

Monday morning. A call to the power company said meh, they'd have us up and running in a few hours. 'Kay. I go back to sleep 'cause by this time the snot monster has completely taken me over and I have more mucus in my blood than, well, blood. When I get up, the electricity is on, all appliances are working, satellite and modem humming away...

So I decide to do a bit of catching up before collapsing back into bed. Nope.



You see dear readers, and I tell you this with a very heavy heart, Shoy Mohr has died. No - wait. SHE NEVER EXISTED. Oh. My. God.

That was a real shock to me (the hubby just laughed) and I tried to find out what happened so that at least Shoy Mohr could get a proper... wait a freaking minute, that's ME!!!


Yup, Facebook terminated my account, saying I wasn't real. Me. Who has had an account with that name for at least five years. Whose last entry was Saturday night (March 14, 2015). After finishing with my round of cursing which sounded kind of funny since my nose was all stuffed up, I tried to find out why suddenly Shoy Mohr is not the mild manner girl who was raised in Oregon and thinks she can make fun of bad movies - she was just a figment of everyone's imagination.

Then I found this article:

http://colorlines.com/archives/2015/02/native_americans_say_facebook_is_accusing_them_of_using_fake_names.html

Apparently, since Columbus day (October 2014) Facebook has taken upon itself to decide who has a real name and who are fakers. Pffft, most of the game accounts of people I play Farmville with have either 'Farm' or 'Ville' in them so they can't be that hard to spot. But no, they went after NATIVE AMERICANS.

BUM BUM BUMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!   The race card!!!! I can play the race card!!!!

That's right faithful readers, I am a card carrying member of the Cherokee Nation. My name (though not terribly native sounding) is as real as the phlegm trying to escape the confines of my head at inconvenient times.

Here's what now happens to me on Facebook: I try to sign in, only to find out that I am no longer a member of the planet Earth. They give you a link to go to if this is 'in error'. Pffft. Hit that link and...


First they want your driver's license, scanned in color and sent as a JPEG. Umm, no. They tell you that if you don't, you're finished - don't ever come back. Well if you read the young lady's story above, you'll see that once you send what they want, they want more. With her it was a piece of mail with her address, things like library cards, social security cards... when they started asking for CREDIT CARDS...

And so on. So.

On this day, Wednesday, March 18, 2015 I, Shoy Mohr (with a birth certificate and tons of other things Facebook will NEVER see to prove it), am playing that race card.

You see, the main targets of this, ahem, CLEANSING were mostly Native Americans, or members of the LBGT community. Now, which of these groups can get more publicity in a shorter amount of time?


You got it. The LBGT community got an official apology. Native Americans did not. Here's the kind of crap they pulled according to the article: "I mean, they wanted One (sic) friend was forced to change his name from (sic) his Cherokee alphabet to English. Another was forced to include her full name, and a few were forced to either smash the two word last names together or omit one of the two words in the last name. Oglala Lakota Lance Brown Eyes was bootd (sic) from facebook (sic) and when he turned in his proof of identification they changed his name to Lance Brown."

I myself, being of big mouth and small brain, of course wrote and sent a letter to the local news stations (Only one wrote back - see? Native Americans aren't as gripping in a news story than, say, the LGBT community.) and I won't print the whole thing but hey, race card was out and on the table and why not?

"...My name is Shoy Mohr and has been for over 30 years. I was born in America and continue to live in America.  I might let this go as a type of 'whoopsie' except for the fact that I personally know of many accounts with false names on them. How many people can there be with the name 'Farm' or ‘Ville’ as their last name? Most of the time they don't even try. I've seen one account where the person just dragged their knuckles across the keyboard as a first and last name and gee whiz, they must be real, right? 

I don't want Facebook having my driver's license - it was not a requirement to set up this account. Besides, after reviewing the article linked below (it's above here), that does not end your problem - they simply start asking for more and more documentation. I am NOT sending them anything - I don't feel comfortable with a social network so flawed that they can’t recognize real from fake, and would just kick a member off without warning or explanation.

Bottom line dear readers? I've lost what I mostly used my account for (since no one was 'socializing' with me anyway) - one or two posts a day about this site, my games, and MY FREAKING SPOTIFY ACCOUNT WHICH HAD HUNDREDS OF HOURS OF MUSIC THAT TOOK MY HUBBY AND I HUNDREDS OF HOURS TO RESEARCH AND FIND THANK YOU VERY MUCH YOU FREAKING IDIOTS WHO THINK YOU CAN JUST DO ANYTHING YOU W