Bored! Follow Me (and other Tweeting Annoyances)
I had not been on Twitter for a day (so as not to need to go to a retreat for the "Internet Addicted"). I decided to get up from the keyboard and HAVE a life.
"Bored! Follow me..."
Over and over again: young women supposedly 23 - 25 years of age, SUPPOSEDLY very in need of sex somehow found my profile on Twitter irresistible. And, what is that profile?
47. Married. Part of the unemployed/underemployed. Poet. Recession activist.
I'm also from "east Winston," which doesn't mean much unless you're from there. It has name recognition in Winston-Salem, NC and North Carolina in general. It has the same impact as saying you're from Compton, California or 5th Ward Houston, Texas.
Ergo, though I am trained in all manner of physics and literature (my escape from an American reservation = 'hood = ghetto): I've lived among pimps, drug dealers and prostitutes (pre Internet). I know game when I see it.
I can arrive, for example at 23 by adding 10 to 13, hence: anyone can go to Wal-Mart and purchase a cheap web cam. It's effortless to set up a Pay Pal account to checking. However, I think your mom will get suspicious if you start rocking the same Prada she either gets an allowance from your dad or works for herself! Weaker minds will fall for this game and become a guest on the MSNBC special on pedophiles. No thank you.
So, I've spent most of the morning after mowing a lawn before my son's 17th birthday party blocking over 20 "Bored! Follow me..." persons. After three trips to their Twitter pages, it was easy to see what was up.
I saw briefly on cable that the bar and sex industry goes UP during economic downturns (so do our waste lines). During stressful times, people reach for their favorite drug of choice: food, liquor, illegal drugs and sex. Gone are the days before Hypertext Transfer Protocol when I and my teenage friends went to a neighbor's garage to literally raid a trashcan full of Playboy, Penthouse, Club, and Hustler magazines. You only need now to Google your passions; follow your Tweet.
In the spirit of full disclosure: I am a graduate of the Ministry Development Institute at New Light Church. I specifically minister in the oURLife Teen Ministry. I think my kids would be distressed and confused if they found me not practicing what I'm preaching.
A good exercise: get up from your keyboard and go outside. Go to the park where you remember (before Internet and web cam) your mother's took you to play. Ask yourselves if that's the future you want one day. Ask yourselves if YOU'D be OK with YOUR daughter's setting up a "hook up" web cam for $$$ page. As you are apt to know and have probably applied, the best defense any teenager can give a parent is the subjective abstract response: "Well, YOU did it!"
Young ladies: it's as much a trap for you as the one you're laying out. You will not be beautiful forever. The dreams you see after the park exercise can be stolen from you and become only dreams.
The sex slave trade is brutal. You are not independent; you are owned. Once your youth is lost, and it will fade in time, you'll be replaced by the next gullible victim.
I'm fully aware this declaration will LOSE me some followers. I will be blessed by the ones I maintain and ultimately gain.
1 Corinthians 13: "Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become [as] sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have [the gift of] prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed [the poor], and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profits me nothing. Charity suffers long, [and] is kind; charity envies not; charity vaunts not itself, is not puffed up, Does not behave itself unseemly, seeks not her own, is not easily provoked, thinks no evil; Rejoices not in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Charity never fails: but whether [there be] prophecies, they shall fail; whether [there be] tongues, they shall cease; whether [there be] knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abides faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these [is] charity (love)."
"Bored! Follow me..."
Over and over again: young women supposedly 23 - 25 years of age, SUPPOSEDLY very in need of sex somehow found my profile on Twitter irresistible. And, what is that profile?
47. Married. Part of the unemployed/underemployed. Poet. Recession activist.
I'm also from "east Winston," which doesn't mean much unless you're from there. It has name recognition in Winston-Salem, NC and North Carolina in general. It has the same impact as saying you're from Compton, California or 5th Ward Houston, Texas.
Ergo, though I am trained in all manner of physics and literature (my escape from an American reservation = 'hood = ghetto): I've lived among pimps, drug dealers and prostitutes (pre Internet). I know game when I see it.
I can arrive, for example at 23 by adding 10 to 13, hence: anyone can go to Wal-Mart and purchase a cheap web cam. It's effortless to set up a Pay Pal account to checking. However, I think your mom will get suspicious if you start rocking the same Prada she either gets an allowance from your dad or works for herself! Weaker minds will fall for this game and become a guest on the MSNBC special on pedophiles. No thank you.
So, I've spent most of the morning after mowing a lawn before my son's 17th birthday party blocking over 20 "Bored! Follow me..." persons. After three trips to their Twitter pages, it was easy to see what was up.
I saw briefly on cable that the bar and sex industry goes UP during economic downturns (so do our waste lines). During stressful times, people reach for their favorite drug of choice: food, liquor, illegal drugs and sex. Gone are the days before Hypertext Transfer Protocol when I and my teenage friends went to a neighbor's garage to literally raid a trashcan full of Playboy, Penthouse, Club, and Hustler magazines. You only need now to Google your passions; follow your Tweet.
In the spirit of full disclosure: I am a graduate of the Ministry Development Institute at New Light Church. I specifically minister in the oURLife Teen Ministry. I think my kids would be distressed and confused if they found me not practicing what I'm preaching.
A good exercise: get up from your keyboard and go outside. Go to the park where you remember (before Internet and web cam) your mother's took you to play. Ask yourselves if that's the future you want one day. Ask yourselves if YOU'D be OK with YOUR daughter's setting up a "hook up" web cam for $$$ page. As you are apt to know and have probably applied, the best defense any teenager can give a parent is the subjective abstract response: "Well, YOU did it!"
Young ladies: it's as much a trap for you as the one you're laying out. You will not be beautiful forever. The dreams you see after the park exercise can be stolen from you and become only dreams.
The sex slave trade is brutal. You are not independent; you are owned. Once your youth is lost, and it will fade in time, you'll be replaced by the next gullible victim.
I'm fully aware this declaration will LOSE me some followers. I will be blessed by the ones I maintain and ultimately gain.
1 Corinthians 13: "Though I speak with the tongues of men and of angels, and have not charity, I am become [as] sounding brass, or a tinkling cymbal. And though I have [the gift of] prophecy, and understand all mysteries, and all knowledge; and though I have all faith, so that I could remove mountains, and have not charity, I am nothing. And though I bestow all my goods to feed [the poor], and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profits me nothing. Charity suffers long, [and] is kind; charity envies not; charity vaunts not itself, is not puffed up, Does not behave itself unseemly, seeks not her own, is not easily provoked, thinks no evil; Rejoices not in iniquity, but rejoices in the truth; Bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Charity never fails: but whether [there be] prophecies, they shall fail; whether [there be] tongues, they shall cease; whether [there be] knowledge, it shall vanish away. For we know in part, and we prophesy in part. But when that which is perfect is come, then that which is in part shall be done away. When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known. And now abides faith, hope, charity, these three; but the greatest of these [is] charity (love)."
Labels: Sex (slave) trade, Twitter commentary
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