Go Zuck Yourself

Among the Living, We Remember

I have had a “raging infection” (dentist’s words yesterday) in my gums. A molar is coming out next week, after I finish this antibiotic. I swished warm salt water and did other home remedies, (my husband just loved the raw cold onion compress while we watched a movie, LOL) but it wasn’t just swollen gums. I was suffering from bacteria invading blood near my brain. Dang, two doses of the antibiotic so far, and I can think again!

The number of drafts in Substack should have been a warning. Yes, I am in a new location, busy and loving it - that’s a factor. Substack isn’t the only place I go anymore, like many painful days in CA. I was also sick with sinusitis all through the holidays. But I just could not find the calm to sit down and write from a clear mind, and now I know why.

Turns out, it wasn’t me needing to do better. Pushing myself to get more fresh air, make my 10K steps, go to bed earlier, or some other self-inflicted strategy wasn’t it. None of that would’ve worked, it was more serious than doing better.

But that’s the thing with extreme ownership and willingness to live in the solution.

It comes with chronically thinking “it’s me.” ‘There’s something I haven’t done yet, there’s something I could do differently, better.' This has a dark side in a Godless context where tech bros provide. Decent, willing humans on their favorite social media app drift into idolatry with tech bro gods - pampered brats who never do anything ordinary for themselves. Unconsciously, the pampered tech bro becomes “the way,” into belonging, comfort and of course the familiar “fact-checked” trust. The book club member, the volleyball mom may not see the dark side of doing the (online) thing he established as “cool” in the early 2000s. They “follow” him. They may unconsciously activate forgiveness, and “unity” aligned with the tech bro god, even though they tell themselves it’s just that they want to stay on their pickle ball group page.

And so, to the big compassion tour currently going on for Mark Zuckerberg? Compassion for what “happened to him?” I say go ZUCK YOURSELF.

The morning after the Grammys where people were kissing each other on TV, the kids in Culver City’s public school district were still required to wear masks in school. A fellow freedom warrior called. “Will you come?” Her child (of color) was being segregated from the general population, without bathroom access, for refusing a mask - during Black History month, 2022. That’s too much hypocrisy for me to stay home. So I stood, again.

Here I am (below) one of those mornings, with two new friends - the cops the principal called, to arrest me, LOL. No one had any idea how deep the talk on liberty got with one of them! (That’s between us.) I brought the paper to show kissing Grammy attendees on the front page to the zombie school staff who were standing in masks like good Germans in front of the school. They would stare above my head while I spoke to them. It was creepy.

The zombie staff appeared to be unaware of what their duties were, and what we had the right to demand of public servants who take paychecks from taxpayers. (See video below)

Now I live in a town where people barely believe me when I tell these stories. When I told my dental hygienist yesterday that I blew off dental care because I refused to wear a mask in a waiting room in 2023, she spun around, looking shocked and asked “wait, WHAT?” Culver City is STILL like a living museum to the Covid scam - it’s like April of 2020 there, day in, day out.

BACK TO ZUCK.

One of those mornings at the school, I was followed afterwards - until I struggled to close the door of my car. Followed by a FACEBOOK PRO-VACCINE MOB that Mark Zuckerberg very much knew was alive and well on his platform. He could have shut it down in one hot second - by refusing censorship, and protecting users’ 1st Amendment rights. No matter what. I wasn’t even on Facebook at the time, I could not cancel my account fast enough in the spring of 2020 - but I saw clips.

The mob walked closely behind me, fighting to keep up with my pace.

“Did you even brush your hair this morning?” “Do you work?” “Do you have anything better to do?” and then the pro bully stepped forward - she knew to strike in my vulnerability among a school community - stepmotherhood.

“You aren’t even a mom.”

These were fellow citizens, fellow parents. If they asked, I would’ve picked up their kid for them and given him a snack after school. That day.

They were EMPOWERED to denigrate and shame me for exercising my right to decline a medical intervention for religious reasons, and this empowerment was revived daily - ON FACEBOOK.

I looked back once, while I was followed, and saw a breathless man, who seemed frantic and feminine compared to the man in my kitchen, who would hug me in the silence when I got home.

I was calm. I got in my car and prayed we would move.

And we did.

Mark Zuckerberg can go Zuck himself and so can everyone else who is talking about what he “went through.”

Please do NOT join this phony chorus and call it unity. You know what happened. Let’s just talk about it, ok? Because when we do, this garbage will vaporize in the presence of objective truth and the shared reality of authentic liberty. We were ALL hoodwinked in a variety of ways. We also have ALL the power, and always did - but we must claim it.

If that principal in the teal green duck mask in the video above owned that she was flooded, pressured and acknowledged that as a result she permitted herself to be in violation of state and federal law, I’d hug her. I’d ask if we could talk for awhile, unpack it.

THAT matters. Tech bro podcast “confessions” do not.

Writing was therapy for me while I was going through these experiences in Commiefornia. I wrote a memoir/handbook for the single girls in the hopes of helping others find love.