The FaceButt Generation

Listen up, young people. This modern desire to share every aspect of your lives on the internet for no reason? Nothing good will come of it.

The past news cycle has generated a couple of My-Face-My-Butt-Social-Web-Virtual-Web-Engineering-Not-Real-Site-related stories.

Or whatever.

First is this big deal over a young lady who's running for Congress, a bunch of uptight hypocrites who probably ate too much library paste when they were kids are trying to destroy her life over a bunch of photos she had posted on her Facebook thingie that are downright tame by STORMBRINGER party standards.

I mean, anybody who's read my blog more than once should realize that I'm such an ultra-conservative I make Rush Limbaugh look middle of the road . . . left of center if anything . . .

Having said that here at STORMBRINGER’s when the party lamp is lit - anything goes . . . Google the Green Bar in Algodones and you'll know I'm no boy scout . . . I could keep you lot laughing your tits off with stories of self-discovery in the lesbian bars of Key West . . . or the time I demonstrated the fine art of tequila deep cleavage body shots at my twentieth high school reunion . . . nights without end staggering through the red light districts of Bangkok . . . Olongapo . . . Hong Kong . . . Itaewon . . . Tel Aviv . . . down by the Koenigstrasse in Stuttgart . . .

This stuff about poor little Krystal Ball is tame - they keep honking on about "scantily clad" photos . . . do you mean to tell me this is what the big deal is all about? Boring! ! ! Hell, the thing we should be focusing on is the fact that she's a Democrat . . .

Hokay we move on from that Yawn Fest Non-Scandal to the Next FaceButt generation poster child to initiate the self-destruct sequence on himself:

This kid's biggest crime seems to be that - like all adolescents - he thinks he invented sex and he had the poor lack of judgment to document his adolescent gropings on the internet.

We of the American Warrior Class don't care if a guy is hetero-, homo-, or has a rubber chicken suit in his duffel bag . . . We really don’t care about your sexuality.  All we care about is that a guy can troop the line, carry his load and do his part for God and Country... and that he keeps his kink in the closet where it belongs.

Well, no, that was not my point, I got off-track there with the DADT philosophy a lesbian sailor once shared with me on a little sea cruise on the USS Mount Whitney. My point is about this whole modern compulsion of people to disgorge every facet of their lives onto the internet for no objective reason whatsoever: Nothing good will come of this.

There's a reason I adopted a nom de guerre. I know a thing or two about the nature of security organizations - from an insider's point of view - and I know what a background investigation is. Everything you do in life - no matter how deep you think you have it buried - will come back up to haunt you – especially if you put it on Facebook.

Sean Linnane blogs at STORMBRINGER.