Facebook is Turning Us All into Brain-Dead Self-Centered Morons



Editor: Tef Poe is an artist from St. Louis city. Through powerful imagery and complicated honesty, he has earned a reputation as one of the best rappers telling the story of St. Louis, which is about much more than one place. Poe has been featured in music publications such as XXL and Urb Magazine. His project The Hero Killer was released on January 21 and will be followed up by a full-length with DJ Burn One entitled Cheer For the Villain. Follow him on twitter @tefpoe. Get The Hero Killer here.

At the very core of my human emotions lies a dormant hatred for Facebook. I hate it primarily because I know I hate it, yet I can't stop using it. I log on every day, first thing in the morning, for absolutely no reason whatsoever. I rely on Gmail more than Facebook and logging into Gmail is a more valuable use of my time, but this means nothing when I am fiending to check a status. Somehow the makers of Facebook have mastered the science of entrenching this social network so deep into my psyche that I just can't get away with living without it.

All of my friends are on Facebook. All of my enemies are on Facebook. Facebook has even done an excellent job of making people that would otherwise love me turn sour and completely hate me.

The problem is this social network allows one too many people to climb on top of their high horse and ride it into town without any shame whatsoever. If our actual society worked the way Facebook does we'd all be dead and gone. I figure years from now people will run some type of statistical test on our society and compare it to a Facebook-less society. Human beings prior to Facebook were probably more logical and less self-centered.

Sometimes I close my eyes and try to imagine a world without Facebook. What was my life like prior to this evil blood sucking mechanism? I remember when it was restricted to people that had college email addresses. I remember when they let regular non-educated people become members and the entire social structure of the site went to hell in a handbasket.

Facebook has made everyday normal people with absolutely no talent whatsoever turn into local celebrities. Facebook has created a generation of people that are completely delusional about their place in society. Today I watched a news story about an idiot that murdered his wife and posted pics of her dead body on Facebook. The problem is Facebook makes idiots like him feel like there's nothing wrong with this. How are you sitting here at the computer with your wife's dead body on the screen and you're carrying on as if nothing is wrong? I hope this guy dies a painful death and chokes on Satan's penis when he goes to hell.

Facebook has suddenly turned the most morally irresponsible, lazy people into activists, musicians, philosophers, preachers, religious icons, teachers, athletes, social commentators, parental guidance counselors, relationship gurus, theologians, medical experts, physical trainers, nutritionists, movie critics, music critics, Grammy-worthy singers, award winning actors, pet whisperers, dog trainers, satanic devil worshipers, experts on the Illuminati, news broadcasters, political organizers, ESPN analysts -- the list goes on forever.

Truth be told, I know for a fact that I wouldn't even have this column if it weren't for some of my more classic Facebook rants. I used to love Facebook, but since my rap career started buzzing and things started working in my favor with the music, for some reason my feed is dominated by people I've never met and people that are drastically negative about everything under the sun. My feed is filled with people that rant all day every day about absolutely nothing remotely interesting. I also have people in my feed that are opposed to anything and everything without any clear justification for their opinion. It is simply overflowing with people I don't necessarily care to talk to or read up on.

I don't dislike chatting with people I've never met as long as they are positive and offer a wholesome energy to the conversation. I even enjoy Facebook rants from people I disagree with politically. I think life is about sharing your opinions and communicating with others even if you don't have a common ground to stand on with them. The negativity from Facebook, however, is often overwhelming and I truly feel like if you hate life so much you must rant about it on Facebook on a constant basis then you should kill yourself and spare the rest of us the grief.

Facebook is not your diary. I don't want to see three thousand pictures of you and your lover. I don't want to be spammed until I listen to your music. I don't want to read your stat's that could've easily been written by a four year old child. I am sick and tired of seeing this on my feed every day non-stop but there's nothing I can do about it. Because the truth is for most people life is a big pile of dog crap. They're unhappy and they want you to be unhappy along with them so they use Facebook as a way to spread the gospel of unhappiness. They could care less about your brain turning into a big mushy spoonful of nonsense. Whenever something positive happens for you they'll pray that it falls apart.

Facebook for some reason makes people assume they know you and everything in life that you've been through. There's a small pocket of people that seem to have a problem with everything I do. I'm an artist, so I understand this comes with the territory. This is the price of success on some level but it's also the price of jealousy and hatred from people judging me from a few things I've said on Facebook.

I was raised in a Section 8 house on a street named Grimshaw and went to Pine Lawn Elementary. We eventually moved, but this is where I learned about life's roadblocks. My sister caught the special school bus to Bel-Nor in the Normandy School District everyday. I came home from school and unlocked the door for her and my siblings while my parents were at work. We went through a sea of crap I don't like talking about. This is my life and it's not peaches and cream. But according to a small pocket of people I'm not allowed to tell you this portion of my story, simply because it doesn't jive with the perception they have from my Facebook page.

Me and some of my closest friends Family Affair and Rockwell Knuckles lived on the North side in the same house surrounded by undesirables and lifelong two-bit hustlers/criminals. We struggled day in and day out sharing McDoubles and value fries because we were often too poor to afford real food. I did some incriminating things during this era of my life in order to make ends mee,t but you won't find this out via Facebook because I'm not a idiot. I don't have a trillion Youtube video's where I'm holding up guns and throwing money at the camera so it's just not even possible that I've done some less than favorable things in the name of survival. The problem is you think you know me via Facebook so you have a problem with me telling the public this portion of my story.

I'm not a super thug, I'm not a stone cold killer but my life isn't peaches and cream. I'm just a regular guy living life and trying to figure it out as things progress. When I first hit the hip-hop scene I was a dirty, musty, grimey dude with a short afro. I stole food from the Barnes hospital cafeteria daily in the name of eating. I don't mention this on Facebook because I actually like to talk about other things that don't consist of proving how hardbody my life has been.

My largest male influence in this life is probably my older brother Black Spade. Spade pretty much taught me it's okay to be from the hood but not of the hood. He's the most hardbody old school male I know and he even gets criticized by haters in a similar manner. If I am in fact a byproduct of him then it's automatic that I'll go through the same thing.

When I first hit the scene I was basically out here like Old Dirty Bastard. I didn't care either because in some regards insanity was all I knew. So I get deeply offended when douches treat me as if I have no background story. My background story is 300 times more layered than the average local musician's. I didn't wait for someone to throw me a bone. I created the bone my damn self. I started from the bottom of the pile and worked my way up. There was no Facebook, and for quite a while I didn't even own a computer. I went to library to check my email and private messages. I had nothing and I lived a very jacked up lifestyle. Facebook isn't the place to share this with you and even if it is I reserve the right to not revert back to my lower self. There's nothing enjoyable about being a bum.

I wore the same clothes daily, I hardly ever had a place to take a shower. I wasn't a well groomed guy; my hair was all over my face and head. I eventually grew out of this because I knew deep down inside this wasn't the image I wanted to portray to the public. This in my opinion was the misguided lost and misdirected version of me. Even in the early stages of me discovering myself I still struggled to completely abolish my old ways and I still carried myself like a young man that was learning how to navigate in the world. I went from wearing cargos and Timberlands every day to putting on dress shirts and jeans as a means of trying to find an identity away from the version of myself that didn't have shit.

You see, my life story starts prior to the start of my Facebook page. I know this may be hard for you to believe but everything about me is not chronologically logged on my Facebook page. I don't have to prove anything to you because you surely won't go out of your way to prove anything to me. On some level you want me to basically snitch on myself or revert back to my days of struggling and being a smelly young man sleeping on the Metrolink.

This all resonates back to the fact that I dislike Facebook and 98 percent of its users. Mark Zuckerberg was a smart guy but he was also extremely socially awkward. I relate to his story because it feels good to see a nerd like myself finally win. Every hot girl from his wonder years that turned down on him in high school or college has paid the price for throwing shade. Zuckerberg is laughing all the way to the bank, meanwhile you're wasting your life every day on Facebook ranting about your pathetic dreams. I hate Facebook, but I need it because now my entire generation has been devoured by it. This is basically how we stay in touch with each other. We can die in the physical flesh and somehow we're still alive on Facebook.

Google and Facebook are basically duking it out to see who will become our generation's real life version Skynet (nerd reference from the Terminator movie series). In conclusion I will end this blog by saying no one cares about your opinions to the degree that we need a 24 hour line into your thought process about absolutely nothing. If we must be bombarded with your Facebook rants, at least grant us the courtesy of entertaining us.

The hypocrisy of such a statement being muttered from the lips of a hip-hop artist with a pointless blog should make you laugh. I truly believe my IQ has suffered deeply due to social networking. I think I am numb in the brain due to the countless hours I've spent on Facebook. I used to think nothing was more entertaining than spending a night on Facebook with an ice-cold six pack. I now think spending a solid hour on Facebook would send me into cardiac arrest.

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