I hate Facebook mostly because of the way they fuck my brains there. And the people who do this are people, whom I know, respect and enjoy talking to in real life, people, who are very pleasant and nice personalities around a table, in various life-events and generally in life. But for some reason, when they login to Facebook – they undergo a transformation.
They get an erection of the organ which stands for fighting against something and they start fighting, as much as their strength, sharpness of brains, typing speed and availability of free time permits.
They fight against the destruction of Moscow Cinema’s Summer Hall, against the Dolphinarium, against building boutiques in the park next to Mashtots avenue, against mining of something in Teghut, building of something else in Jermuk, destruction of the Closed market, hazing in the Armenian Army, soap operas, homosexuals, nationalists, red apples, posters of “Mek Azg”, firing of Zolyan, murder of Vahe Avetyan.
Once everyone has shared their precious opinion (I haven’t seen an Armenia who hasn’t got an opinion about everything: a taxi driver recently told me, that the Higgs boson was invented by Russians to make American nuclear weapons useless), the question arises – “What do we do now?” The answer to this (thanks to Zuckerberg) is ready: create a group. Preferably a private one. Because in the open group sound ideas might actually be born, while in a private one pathological idiotism is guaranteed.
After one week of beating the air, some 50-100-200 people will draw up posters and hold a protest, shout some slogans and return home with a sense of accomplishment to write status messages, upload photos, count “likes” and speak about panic among the authorities and how they won’t be able to get away with this one… This process will go on in cycles until someone decides to fight against something else.
This is probably where I should stop and uncover a little secret to you: I wrote such a nasty text on purpose in order to touch upon as many people as possible. And I hope, that you will forgive me for that.
The thing is, I see satisfaction of personal egos in those Facebook protests. I see a hunt for likes, a desire to show oneself as smart.
The problem, however, is that after Gigabytes of Facebook statuses Ruben Hairapetian won’t lose his wealth, his bodyguards won’t become civilized and films won’t be screened in the Summer Hall of Moscow Cinema Theatre.
Why don’t these environmental activists organize an action to collect the garbage in Mashtots park? Why didn’t we stop shopping in Yerevan City supermarkets? Why did everyone forget about the two other beaten up officers in Harsnakar? Why doesn’t anyone think about collecting assistance to the family of Vahe Avetian?
In this lies the problem – our society is ready to write statuses, but doesn’t want to do anything. Professional Facebook activists care about “likes”, not actions. Let’s stop shoping in Yerevan City (I have done so already). Let’s reject invites to Harsnaqar (I haven’t had the opportunity yet – but I will). Let’s help the family of Vahe Avetian (I would be interested to know how).
Most importantly – let’s not write yet another status, once we do it.
About the Author
Ruben Muradian (aka Uzogh) – is an IT oriented knife collector. Tries to find
the black cat in a dark room common sense in Armenian politics.