“If you strike me down, I shall become more powerful that you could possibly imagine.”-Obi Wan Kenobi
Seems like this year, all the fugitives on the Most Wanted list were caught: Whitey Bulger, Jimmy Henchman, Bin Laden, Gaddafi and over the weekend, Black Pacino. In a move that was hardly shocking, Facebook brought their battering ram to the door of The Spizzy Fan Page and knocked it down. The jig is finally up… the page has been deleted, leaving 6,600+ fiends without their daily fix of crazy news, outlandish videos and sexy-ass photos. Since the raid, I’ve been receiving messages from patrons via text, Twitter and email. They’re pissed about the fan page being closed and for many of them, it was one of the best things about Facebook:
“sucks fb censored u ;(“
“What happened to the OLD PAGE????? DAMM DAMM DAMM”
I’m sure the impassioned messages will continue to trickle in as more people log on to find their favorite Facebook page gone. As appreciative as I am that people enjoyed it, they’re more upset about this than me. I always saw my fan page like a dope spot… I made a huge come-up but eventually it was gonna get busted. Between the violations they doled out and the cowardly rats lurking in the shadows, it was only a matter of time. I’m not mad, because we had a lot of fun there over the past few years and I’m surprised it lasted this long, quite frankly.
Kelly Divine, Buttwoman herself, welcomed me with open arms via Twitter:
There’s a shitload of Facebook pages with content way more explicit that mine, some of them with membership exceeding 10,000 people. They’re still rollin’, so why was The Spizzy railroaded? Could it be my politics? Were some of my posts a lil’ too real? Perhaps.
But that’s where the snitches come in, folks.
“I hate the term ‘haters.’ But I hate haters even more.” – dream hampton
There’s a small group of party-poopers delighted about my fan page’s closing: The rats who reported my pics to the Facebook authorities. My posts were bottom-heavy with hundreds of “likes” and long threads of commentary, which angered the lonely folk with tumbleweeds rollin’ through their ghost town of a page. Having dymes from around the world publicly showin’ luv and sending me pics only stoked the flames of hate.
Then you’ve got the moralists… vigilantes who feel they’re serving some kind of justice by closing down my wretched hive of scum & villainy. Truth is, most of those self-righteous hypocrites have sins of their own; oftentimes they’re guilty of exactly the same shit they crusade against, ala Elliot Spitzer. But like Tony Montana said, they need people like me so they can point their fuckin’ fingers and say that’s the bad guy. It’s how they boost their self-esteem.
Let’s not forget about the biters. There’s a bunch of counterfeit Spizzy-like pages on Facebook [and elsewhere], many of which take pics directly from my photo albums. But posting porn stars, booty battles and Asian chicks don’t make you The Spizzy, like rockin’ a pair of Jordans don’t make you Mike. It’s like buying a bootleg Gucci bag from Canal Street; it always has some kind of defect. The “G’s” look like “C’s” or some shit… something just ain’t right.
I’m McDonald’s, they’re McDowell’s.
Then there’s my politics, of course. There’s something about me
It doesn’t matter which rat tipped off Facebook, it’s too late to stop the momentum. My brand is already known and it’s growing. Words Like Whoa just put The Spizzy on its list of popular African-American blogs, under the category “Top Hits.” I’ll also be expanding the franchise with new endeavors and projects, so stay tuned at this blog and my Twitter page [@Pacino718] for updates.
Shout-out to everybody who hung out at The Spizzy Facebook fan page and kept me entertained with their crazy commentary. It was fun while it lasted. Facebook is going the way of MySpace soon… with their unnecessary changes, they’ve made their interface less user-friendly and more annoying. Facebook laughed all the way to the bank, but now Twitter is the cool network of choice. People are putting Twitter hashtags in their Facebook statuses; that’s like taggin’ Crip graffiti in a Blood neighborhood. Disrespectful.
Violent content is more acceptable than sexual content in America. It’s OK to post Gadaffi’s bloody, knife-sodomized corpse on Facebook… but God forbid I post a chick in a bikini. We can play Mafia Wars on Facebook and score points for committing imaginary crimes or pullin’ hits. But it’s a violation for me to post a broad in booty shorts. They can publicize Battlefield 3, an ultra-violent video game that damn near leaves you shell-shocked, while I get censored for postin’ a lil’ cleavage. That’s how they protect young minds.
Pour out a lil’ liquor for The Spizzy fan page, Thirst Mob. Spark a blunt in its honor. Nobody can take away the good times we had. Hopefully you downloaded enough pics from those infamous albums.
Now & forever, thickness is my sickness.