This is not the kind of column where I tell you why you should love the press, to trust in the press, and believe US, not THEM.
What I discovered from attending all three meetings is that we are in somewhat of a crisis here in New Hampshire. One person aptly called it “a crisis of isolation, or desperation,” and I think that is accurate.
In smaller print were the words, “Discover what makes him so special. Give him a DNA kit this Father’s Day.”
Of course, I’m talking about the Facebook crisis and the wholesale theft of data from 50 million users by a British consulting firm that used this information for lord knows what.
If I were Mark Zuckerberg, I’d probably be doing a lot of tossing and turning in my bed at night. His beloved Facebook is under attack.
The long cold snap we’ve survived has been an invitation to renew my acquaintance with an old friend. I can remember the days when this friend would send me to my mailbox two or three times a week, eagerly anticipating what was coming in red and white packages.
The recent storm and the resulting loss of electricity for many people and in some cases, the additional loss of cable and telephone, have sent many of us to our smartphones, where we are, oddly enough, finding we have Internet capabilities, thus asking some of life’s most important questions of our friends and neighbors out there in cyberspace.
The news lately has been filled with stories about how mysterious Russian entities have bought ads on Facebook in an effort to influence the last election. I’m starting to see how they could do it.
Maybe the comments section bothers you. They bother me sometimes. But is ending them the right way to go?
This column shall henceforth be known as the tale of four ironies, yes: four. Count ’em.