Facebook $1499 a month! Oh hell no! My comment to Facebook. Why?!

Why Facebook? Why? I feel as if I have been stabbed in the back. I really love this internet company. When I found out what they are planning I practically went into shock. I was too tired last night to respond so this morning I wrote a comment letter to them this morning. Here it is.
( I know I only have one follower so if he is reading this I hope he shares this information.)
Here it is for what it's worth:

I don't know if this is really a 'General question or comment' situation however it seems to me that the the person and persons who run Facebook have lost their minds!
You have a mult-billion dollar company, you are number 1 in networking services, and billions of people around the world use your services. Yet for some reason you gentleman, (and for all I know ladies), think that you need to make more money off of the the consumers of your product.
Now what I want to know is why do you think that and how do you think that your consumers in these tough economic times that 'we' can afford $ 14.99 a month?
I myself pay 62.69 dollars a month for internet services and that's because I have just gotten a job. Before that I have been going to public and college libararies to surf the net. I have been pleased; (do you hear me?), please with your FREE services. Don't think however that I haven't noticed the commericial ads, the games that ask for me to buy tokens, and the applications that have commercials. Oh you want your consumers to buy your advertisers products and use their applications in which they pay you money in order to have the privilege to showcase these games.
So you get money from advertisers, you get money from these game companies, and god knows where else, (because I'm not privileged with the full knowledge of where else you get your billions or millions as the case may be), and now your consumers who have been used to receiving these free networking services abeit with the asformentioned commericial ads etc.; must now pay $14.99!
I have praise your services to the skies in my little blog, because of you I have reconnected with friends I haven't seen in years, I have met new friends because of you, but I will get there phone numbers and addresses if I have to and leave Facebook if I have to. Why? Because I can't afford $14.99 a month!
To tell the truth I can barely afford to pay for the internet services I have now. If god forbid I lose my job I can't see myself going though the rain, snow, heat, and travel exspenses to go to Facebook to use your services for the privilege of contacting my friends and family for $14.99 a month.
Now it's your turn to tell the truth. Don't reply back with a standard company response to my comments. Don't try to tell me that it's exspense in these hard economic times for you, President, Ceo's, and manegers of Facebook with billions of dollers at your command. I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT!
You must come up with another reason or solution to why you think 'we' the consumers must some how pay nearly 200 dollars a year. Something that I can believe in. Or else just don't do it. I don't belive you can because it just doesn't make sense.

That's it. That's my comment. Oh by the way I will be copying this comment and posting this in my little blog. So even though I may not have a lot of readers I just don't want this comment to be swallowed up in the mismer of comments that will get lost and forgotton by whom ever runs this page. I will be following up on this situation and also reporting it on my blog. Not much of a thing for a big internet company to worry about however you got to start somewhere. You did, in your college dorm with all your friends livin' off ramen noodles and pizza coming up with such a great idea for a networking service. Just think about that President of Facebook and others.

Sincerely,
Michelle Annette Rudd

Two Jumps ahead And You Still Don't Get Me.

I wrote this poem of mine on the fly and I was inspire by a talk I had with a friend of mine. I don't really know what it all means but the gist of it is about judgemental people. However you interpret it I think you'll enjoy it.


Run, run, run.
Go, go, go.
You have your life in order
and you think your better
than me.

Meanwhile back at the ranch,
I'm living life at the fullest.
You say I'm not and I'm
playing the fool but you
don't know me so more
fool you.

You look back and feel
satisfied. I look ahead
and ride, ride.
The future ahead of
me and you can only
see behind?

Are you really satisfied?

One jump ahead and you
still don't get me. Will you
believe that you still have
the power to upset me?

I know who I am, and where
I want to be. So why don't you
mind your business and just
let me be?

When you think your way ahead
of me, look down in front.
I'm the girl that's waving hi and
you just grunt.

I'm a fool, I'm an idiot, but with my
mistakes I'm ten time wiser than
you and I've got what it takes.
To survive, to thrive, to stay alive,
and while your feeling smug just
think of this; things stand the test
of time the longer it takes.

You wanna it done fast or do you
wanna it done right? My life is my
life, it's gonna be tight. So while
your two steps ahead and think
your perfect. I think you have
a lot to learn. Why don't you take
time to learn it?

Instead of judging me, criticising me,
and telling me I'm stupid take the
timber out of your eye and build
a house that's useful.

While your one step ahead of the game
while not knowing the rules and I'm
making the rules up as I go along.
Who's right? Who's wrong?

We'll find out later and don't be surprise
if you find me if I win this game of mine.

It aian't about you!

I wrote this little poem after this guy by the bus stop tried to pick me up and my way to work. (He was cute and all but waaaaay to young for me!) In the end though he ended up trying to sell me his RAP CD. Bought it of course but inspiration had to come from some where! Giggle!

It ain't about you!

By Clueuin A.k.a MAR

I put on lipstick and brush my hair. Spray on so much perfume I almost pollute the air. High heel boots, fat fur coats. So when I walk out the door, I look fierce.

But ba-by, here's the bad news....

It ain't about you!

Don't step to me feeling breezy.

It ain't that easy.

I ain't that easy!

What?

What?!

If I'm refreshing my make-up

it's not an invitation.

If I bend over to pick- up a

pencil, it's not a flirtation.

So don't step to me on the

train.

Are you insane?

Sorry son, I hate to break it to ya, (no I don't).

It ain't about you. Really.

If I'm feelin' you, I'll let you know.

You know?

Sometimes a girl just wants to look correct.

Sometimes it's all about Self-respect.

I mean where are you when I look a wreak?

So umm, don't come to me, step to me, with

a wack compliment/line. 'Cause if I need a

man, he's gotta stand the test of time.

'Cause sometimes ba-by.......

.....It ain't about you.

The last bit of Summer.

O.k folks time to lighten up and think of most pleasanter things. After all our passed away loved ones would'nt want us to be all sad and morse forever. So here's a poem that I hope will lighten your mood as well as your hearts.

The Last Bit Of Summer.

Like the last squeeze of lemonade

should be savered.

Like a good piece of cake found

in the back of the fridge nice

and cool.

So the cold winter nights can

be beared as we look

back behind us.

To that last hot summer sun

and that cool green, green

grass at our backs.

That Last Bit of Summer.



(I did a correction, 4/13/17, on the word bared. Spelled it wrong. Go figure I a writer yet lately my spelling has become atrocious. So the the word bared has been changed to Beared. Why should you care? [Shrug])

Gone too soon

This poem is for anyone who has lost a loved one in the Past or Present. But mostly it's my reaction to Micheal Jackson's Passing as well as all other celebrities we will miss. I hope this poem gives people,;no matter what they do for a living, comfort.

Gone Too Soon

By M.R (A.K.A Clueuin)

Sometimes you swear whenever you hear a door slam that it's,

them just coming in the door.

You hear a song and a tear rolls down. A heart pang then you

must go on.

No matter what your mind thinks, no matter how logical, you

just can't help feel that there could have been more time.

More time, more time, more time.

You're walking down the street and swear it him/her/she/he you saw

there.

At the record store or at the mall, or at the barber shop.

Then you shake your head as you lose your mind

your heart caught in your throat.

You sit yourself down at a park bench or chair and try to calm your mind

inside your saying; "Not Fair."

Not Fair, not fair, not fair.

It doesn't matter when they go.

You just wish it wasn't so.

If loved them or hated them

or just wish you could take

back those words you said.

You're always going to say

and feel that they were

gone too soon.

More Time, more time, more time.

Not Fair, not fair, not fair.

They were

Gone too Soon.

Spritual thoughts for St. Patrick's Day and beyond.

Thank you for giving me the Spirit.
By M.A.R (A.K.A Clueuin)

You might think that I'm ungrateful for the things you've given me.
You might think that I take for granted all the blessings you've bestow.
But Lord, Creator, forgive me Ma'am ?Sir but you're wrong and the only way I can tell you so is in this poem song.

I wake up in the morning glad to have another day. Another day, another chance to change my life, to start anew.

Because of the Spirit you have implanted in me at birth I can go on. I can go on despite the troubles that come down on me and the problems that I face. You give me strength to try and achieve my goals. That is the most important thing that you have given to me.

Thank you for giving me the Spirit.
Everyday I'm near it. I feel your grace and your spirit keeps me safe and whole.

I want you to understand that though you don't always verbally hear it. I thank you for the spirit.
For grace and power every day and how, how I do thank you now.

When a Loud Black Woman Speaks, (Or Ode to a loud Black Women.)

When a Loud Black Woman Speaks, (Or Ode to a loud Black Women)
By M.A.R (A.K.A Clueuin)

I know that she seems uncouth

but you must admit the truth.

When a loud black woman speaks you

hear her.

What you learn from her lips though

you are ashamed to admit the wisdom

you can learn from her.

When a loud black Women Speaks.....

You don't as much see her coming as

You hear her coming.

Don't say you haven't been warned because

If she had told you once

She has told you twice.....

......."Don't you get me started!"

Yet do you obey and hear what she says?

No?

Then you haven't truly comprehended;

You have no understanding of the simplist of

concepts.

Some how you've lost command of your

Auditory Senses!

In other words......

Are you deaf!

When a loud black woman speaks.