Facebook left a message that surprised the hell out of me, “We removed your post.”
Here is the reason:
“It looks like you tried to get likes, shares, or video views in a misleading way. This goes against our Community Standards on spam.”
SPAM
“We don’t allow people to use misleading links or content to trick people to visit or stay on, a website.”
Here is what I have to say to Facebook
Here is a copy of the content they took down which I posted on 16 October 2024
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Looking Like a Gnarly Mess
It is not even noon yet, and I am fighting off sleep. Most likely, it is because I have high blood sugar from eating too large a breakfast. Instead of falling into the urge to sleep, I am writing to keep my brain neurons firing. This morning, I awoke at 6:00 a.m. and returned to bed without falling back into a sound sleep. I finally got out of bed at 8:00 and dressed for my walk. The temperature this morning was 34 degrees, and the walk was brisk. I passed a section of shaded grass that was covered in frost. Although there was some light frost it was not what we call a killing frost. Killing frost occurs when the temp drops to 28-30 degrees. Many flowers we plant for color are tropical and will not survive that temperature. The plant stems freeze through and kill any chance of the plant recovering. Nevertheless this morning was a warning that winter is definitely on its way.
The trees on my street are finally turning colors but holding their leaves. In another two weeks, most trees and flowering shrubs will be void of foliage. There is one tree, however, which holds its leaves until mid to late November. The Bradford pear will be loaded with deep green leaves and then one day you awaken to a perfect circle of yellow leaves on the ground under a bare tree. This past summer, my pear tree suffered some serious damage when a violent gust of wind broke off two four inch branches and dropped them onto the patio. The shape of the tree is now seriously lopsided. One side is in the shade of a few mighty poplars growing to the west and there is no growth on that side of the pear leaving it flat. The opposite side has been pruned by the wind leaving ugly jagged spikes of wood jutting out of the trunk. My decision is to remove the tree and let the light back into the garden. At the same time, I’ll have an apple tree removed from the front of the house. It has outlived its prettiness. The past two springs it has not had a colorful bloom of pink flowers and the leaves were sparse all summer. The trunk and branches are rough leaving it looking like a gnarly mess of twigs suspended in mid air. The tree was planted too close to the house so I am constantly pruning branches away from the roofing shingles. This pruning has also forced the tree to form into an awkward unsightly shape. I rather like the red-pink-lavender flames coming off burning apple logs.
I protested and demanded to be reconsidered. I don’t think FaceBook’s AI algorithm is ready for prime time. And if it is, they are violating my right to free speech under the First Amendment of the Constitution of the USA. Or, they are racist because I chose to use Nat King Cole’s version of the song “Autumn Leaves.” Or they are upset that I downloaded a YouTube video. Whatever the reason, here is to you FaceBook. Stick the removal up your ass.
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