1 June 2026
I have no right, to say, FB didn't give me freedom of speech
I have no right, to say, FB didn't give me freedom of speech. And it makes me cry, tears of joy, thinking back how...
They honored me, and uplifted me, and gave wings to my spirit.
When Obama, was tearful, and said, that, oh he had a forgiving environment.. and when he cried at a school shooting leading the choir about God's amazing grace..
It reminds me of the way Americans treated me, broke bread with me, and made me who I am today.
Although, I was never really ever in Facebook Jail, I probably should have been. I really did get away with some things I never should have.
They shoulda stopped him in Munich as CLEmenza points out
Hehehe
Just kidding, no, I grew, and I think -- I healed.
I got to live, because they put their trillions of dollars weight behind me.
And I got to survive, live and grow strong from the wounds, the scars and the weakness I no longer see in myself.
Today, I was writing my website's homepage, as Jacob told me, and he's really something else, I really like Israel.. I mean. Jacob.
I feel like, I've known him my whole life, somehow, in my spirit world, and it's..
Pretty awesome.
I also will be back up soon.
I'm working on things.
I have no right, to say, FB didn't give me freedom of speech (2/2)
I connected with Miss Gayani Gupta, on LinkedIn. She taught me, "computer studies" in high school.
I remember also, my Colombo International School, computer teacher, whose name I have forgotten...
But not the cruel nickname I made up.
Mr Yogi Bear. Cause he was this big teddy bear like guy, with a moustache, and this tie, and he was so kind, warm and bubbly.
But died.
He was so encouraging, the teachers in CIS built my confidence up.
They never knew, or never understood, and even Asita, or Sarah or Armyne certainly, or Sanders, will never accept what happened to me.
The torture, of me as a small minor, they will never understand or accept, they'll be in denial forever, and that's fine.
I -- never really had "flashbacks" as often, at least, since 2025, Jan 25th, when that Jacques, who I wickedly named, Jack... something. Jesus, I've bullied Jacques too. I bullied everyone.
I once, wickedly had this, burning urge in me, to want to bully the guy, and so, unable to contain myself, I called the guy up, "Jacques. Hello? Dude. You're so old."
...
....
"Yeah, I know."
* Hang Up. *
Hehhee, I only laughed at the Comedy Central Roasts, after like a huge, long dry spell of boredom since Dave Chappelle, in high school days.