FUCK YOU FACEBOOK, FEIND IS REAL!
Welcome Scribbler fans! Old Man Feind is pretty pissed off at Facebook so it’s high time I had a good old fashioned rant! Though I’ve considerably calmed down so it may not seem as angry as I was a couple of days ago.
Some of you may have noticed but most probably didn’t or haven’t, I deleted my Facebook account the other day. Yes, it was out of the blue and no, it wasn’t because I had some crazy stalker or troll harassing me. It was simply due to Facebook being one giant dick! I was just going about my day the other day writing, posting, getting things ready for the site when I created the last specialized shirt to commemorate the end of The Walking Dead season. I finished, happy with what I created and then it happened. I clicked on the Facebook share button for the Teespring campaign to let people see what I had created when I was not able to do so. I thought, “Maybe I logged out without realizing it” but nope, I was wrong. It seems Facebook had a new policy change. Then I slowly grew more and more pissed the fuck off.
For anyone who doesn’t know, hasn’t realized or doesn’t care Feind Gottes is the pen name I began using about two years ago when I got serious about writing realizing it was not some passing fancy but that I had finally found something I loved doing. I’ve dedicated my life to what I do for no real payoff other than self-satisfaction to this point. The sacrifices I’ve made to keep doing what I do are numerous and ongoing. Fairly early on I realized what I write is pretty nasty at times, I make no apologies for this it’s just what comes out of me when I sit down to write. So after I had finished the first “short” story I wrote (I thought of it as a short story but in truth it ended up being just a couple thousand words short of what is considered novel length) I decided that it may be wise to write under an assumed pen name. I really don’t care about myself but I’m not a complete moron so I knew that what I wrote may bring out some odd characters or piss some people off as so many get easily butthurt in our overly PC, “don’t offend anyone” society. We also live in a day and age where it’s about as hard to find out everything about a person, for anyone with even a minute amount of tech savvy, as it is to type. I had no concern for myself I write what I write and I stand behind it but in the age we live in I knew any hatred someone may want to spew out at me wouldn’t just be directed at me it could spill over onto my family. I do love my family so I didn’t want anyone harassing them over what I do so that’s why I chose a pen name. I’m not dumb enough to think someone couldn’t figure out my real name if they wanted to but I thought I could at the very least make it more difficult. So how does this relate to the subject at hand about Facebook?
Well it seems Facebook in their grand wisdom (you should know my eyes are rolling out of my fucking head) has made some attempt at cracking down on the innumerable fake accounts (other than the ones they approve of at least) that are set up to spam the fuck out of everyone and give, those who want to pay for it, the appearance of being far more popular than they really are (more on that in a moment). Then there are those who set up anonymous accounts just to spy on, harass and/or stalk people usually men stalking women though there are female stalkers too. Since Feind Gottes doesn’t have a birth certificate, social security number or some other such proof of existence the only way to keep my Facebook profile was to put it under my real name which kind of defeats the purpose of using a pen name. I don’t use an assumed name to harass or stalk people or to blindly like bands or products for the appearance of popularity. It isn’t even an uncommon thing to write under a pen name fuck, Stephen King famously wrote under the name Richard Bachman for a time then later just for fun. I know some of you are probably thinking, “So fucking what, Feind? Just set up an author page instead.” Well if you know a little something about Facebook you’ll know that yes, I could easily set up an author page for people to “like” and follow but what you may not realize, if you’ve never set one up, is that a page like that doesn’t operate the same way as a personal account. There were people who found it more convenient to message me through Facebook like our good Scribbler friend Jimmy Lee Combs but with the type of a page I would have to set up I wouldn’t even be able to “friend” Mr Combs. I’m not pissed off not to have a Facebook account, in fact I fucking hate Facebook, but I had connections and was able to receive news there that I wasn’t getting elsewhere. I will miss that but thanks to Facebook I had no choice.
So while I’m pissed off at Facebook and ranting a bit let me get something else off my chest, Facebook fucking sucks! Why does Facebook suck? Well especially for little nobodies like The Scribblers it’s hard to even get what we do seen through Facebook which is why we are so active on Twitter which is a much better service though not without its flaws as well. At least with Twitter I can get what we do out to people by tweeting our followers directly. It’s a lot of work to do but I’ve seen the benefits of it in just the little time I’ve been doing it. Just to give you an example before I started sending out targeted tweets we were averaging around 100 visitors/day to the site which honestly we were happy with but by putting in some extra work I’ve been able to boost us to about double that in just the last month or so. I don’t have the biggest ego in the world so I don’t think I or we are the best thing since sliced bread. Just like any writer I’m filled with self-doubt, like who really gives a fuck about what I write or what I write about, but since I’ve pretty much dedicated my life to what I do there is only one way to get my work out there and that is through promoting our work on social media. It’s how the world works right now, that’s just how it is. Facebook knows this and does everything they can to make it difficult for little guys like us to even be seen. The only way to really promote through Facebook is to pay to “boost” your posts. They don’t make it cheap either. Oh it may not seem like much just $10 to “boost” a post but that’s per post so think about the fact that we average about 15-20 posts per week on our little site here or $150-200 per week for Facebook “boosts” but are you even getting what you pay for? That’s complicated but in the long run the answer is… not even close. Facebook bans anyone from using outside “boost” services which are “click banks” in places like India, Indonesia and Africa where people are paid to just “like” different pages with the fake accounts that Facebook is trying to weed out. But what happens if you pay Facebook’s service to “boost” a post? The answer may but shouldn’t surprise you, they essentially use those same “click banks” that they claim to shun. Need proof? Look at this…
So as you can see spending money to “boost” a Facebook post is as pointless as taking that same $10 and setting it on fire. Twitter you’re not really off the hook either as Cult and I get easily 10-20 follows a week from fake accounts offering to sell followers and/or retweets and favs. Just so you know everyone of those we receive I promptly report as spam and block so please… Fuck Off and Die! I don’t use any Twitter services to see who’s following or stopped following or who is most active. I know the people that communicate with us on a regular basis and who doesn’t so I don’t really need to pay to find out what I already know. So I will post, as always, to our Facebook page (stop by and “like” us if you’re on Facebook) but our promotional efforts will continue to be focused on Twitter where I can see the results of my labor in real numbers. I’d love it if we were getting a million hits a day but I’d rather have people visit the site who genuinely like what we do here than pay just to boost our egos. Of course, if any of you can point a publisher in my direction I’m still trying to get my book picked up somewhere. Anyone? Anyone? Nope just crickets? Damn!
I don’t know what else I can say really. I truly hate Facebook for a ton of reasons and now it has also forced me to delete an account that was slowly building into something. I enjoyed the interaction I had with other horror writers there as well as many other people as into horror and metal as I am. I’m still fucking pissed that I had to delete it but Facebook really gave me no other option. Feind Gottes started as just a pen name to isolate my family from any potential badgering but it has become more than that to me. Most of the acquaintances I’ve met in the last two years know me only as Feind. Feind lives for horror, metal, art and writing which is no different than the person he was before but entirely different at the same time. Feind Gottes is my rebirth as I am not the same person I was before I started writing. The person I was before was a lost soul mired in the mundane bullshit of everyday life concerned with just trying to survive one more day. The person I was before Feind hated life, wanted to die and had lost everything he ever cared about. Feind has a bright future still in front of him shedding off who I was before like an old snake’s skin. I don’t recognize the old me, that person is quite literally a stranger and when I have to put on that old skin when talking to family or old friends it feels uncomfortable, unnatural even. Feind Gottes is a metal loving horror writer and nothing more. He is who I am now, there’s no escaping it. The old me was a miserable suicidal fuck who had very nearly given up on life. The old me died when Feind was created and that’s the person I am now. I only wish I had found Feind sooner. Feind is sick & twisted. Feind wants you to sleep with the light on. Feind wants you to look over your shoulder for the killer lurking in the shadows right behind you. Feind wants you doing all this while blasting metal so loud it just might wake the dead. Feind doesn’t give one fuck about fame & fortune all he wants is make your spine tingle and your head fucking bang. The old me committed suicide and was reborn stronger so all I have left to say is
FUCK YOU FACEBOOK, FEIND IS REAL!
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