Making Freinds, Meeting Everyone, Starting A Movement

MY FACEBOOK FRIENDS LIST is rapidly filling up with young beautiful women in their twenties, thirties, or very late teens Mostly in their twenties. The term "filling up" might be misleading; does one's Facebook friends list ever get full? Is there a limit to how many friends one can acquire on FacebooK? Or, in theory, is it possible to have all two billion Facebook users on your friends list? If so, I think that's what I'll do, I'll try to befriend all two billion Facebook users. Why not? I recall forty five years ago, before I became a misanthrope, telling a friend that I would like to have the opportunity to meet everyone in the world. I really meant it. Oh, for those halcyon days before I learned to despise humanity. Back then there were "only" about three point five billion folks on the planet; now the total has ballooned to seven point five billion, and of the three and a half bil that I wanted to meet back then, its strange and somehow sad to think that most of them, certainly far more than half of them, are no longer living. So, I missed my chance, not that I ever had one. When I joined Facebook several weeks ago, after delaying the inevitable for years, I made no attempt at first to collect friends. The very idea seemed third grade-ish to me; making lists of your friends? Come, now. How juvenile is that, I thought? I can't seem to recall how I obtained my first Facebook friend. I think somebody invited me, somebody who happened to find out that I had signed up, and I accepted. Then, another, and another. Finally, I started making a concerted effort to gather together all my friends, past and present, from real life, and friend them on Facebook. That turned out to be more people than I had ever imagined, dozens, if not more. And it was fun. I started to understand why people join Facebook. Seeing names I had not seen in years, and even exchanging greetings. Then, Facebook changed my life forever, the corporate bastards. It started posting lists of potential friends it thought I might be interested in, giving me names, "people you might know", I think its called. I figured out that these people were people on my friend's friend lists, and indeed, I often knew of them, and added them. Then, for some reason, Facebook started giving me lists of strangers, and in most cases, the strangers were young beautiful American women, sometimes young beautiful foreign women from all over the world, rather than guys my own age, as you might expect. I still don't know hwy. Maybe Facebook knows more about me than I know about myself, creepy as that sounds. I invited the foreigners to be friends, thinking it might be an interesting cultural learning experience for me, and indeed it was, and still is. People from other countries speak English very well, I found out. Facebook aint no dummy. Facebook pays attention. Young beautiful women actually started inviting me to be friends occasionally, and I aint no dummy either; I always accept. Well, one thing led to another, as we say. Facebook decided that the only kind of human being I am interested in is young beautiful women, and, truth be told, they aren't far from the truth. I will never meet any of these bikini clad babes. (they always show themselves in string bikinis, being human, and full of lust and hubris). I will never even trade messages with the vast majority of them. Our best chance of ever communicating is when I share and repost left wing political posts with my comments added, as I often do. I assume most of the material I spew will be of no interest to be bikini clad crowd, but, as we say, you never know. My primary purpose on Facebook is to push a left wing political agenda and to attract readers to this website. I know, good luck with that. But the young beauties may have a true purpose in my debauched life. Women, globally, are the future. They outnumber men, globally. American women are registering to vote and running for office in record numbers, I'm sure you've noticed. What I have noticed is that young beautiful American Facebook women seem, repeat, seem to regard their good looks as paramount to their lives, as their prime asset, as it were. Otherwise, why the ubiquitous string bikinis? Maybe I can, in some subtle way, help them to understand their potential as active, involved citizens, serving society by becoming politically involved. Tulsi Gabbard and kamala Harris had to start somewhere, right? Those two hotties are running for president, after all. Maybe, just maybe, I can turn my lengthening list of beautiful bikini clad babes into a nascent progressive movement, and mold some future political leaders among the fair sex. Its the least I can do for my country, and, well, the string bikinis are a bonus. Maybe one of my babes'll be president someday. I'll keep you posted.