Oh, Puhleeeeezzzzee!

Like this is going to happen

The gods know I’ve got my Commie, pinko, tree-hugging creds in order. I stomped for Bernie and voted for Jimmy Carter in my first-ever Presidential election in 1976. I have been out there screaming against every war since Vietnam. I donate and orate and castigate with the best of them.

What Exactly Did We Learn from Vietnam?

But I will not get on board with social media pushing me to use my birthday as a fucking fund-raiser for anyone. A quick look at their nudge shows their data miners have got my number all right.

Women, queers, civil rights, and animals.

All very worthwhile causes. No argument from me. And when I’m in better financial shape I’ll certainly be sending some of them some of my own coin. In fact, some of them are getting monthly pops from me even now. It’s not that I’m a miser or anything here.

What I am is a darkly avowed dismisser of social media when it tries to pretend it's a force for good in the world.

Sure, I put in my requisite time on various platforms — hello! — but I’ve drawn some…