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The Unreasonable Announcement Doctor Who is a Woman

June 20, 2018September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

How the BBC exploited equality for its own social media gain:

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A Brand New World

April 5, 2018September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

In March 2018 the BBC reported on a leaked Facebook memo; the following quote is from the article:

‘ A Facebook executive’s memo that claimed the “ugly truth” was that anything it did to grow was justified has been made public, embarrassing the company. The 2016 post said that this applied even if it meant people might die as a result of bullying or terrorism. ’

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N. P. Ryan vs. Ikean Child Snatchers

February 17, 2018September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

Have you heard the report of child snatching gangs purposefully targeting IKEAS due to just how distracted parents are by all the quality bargains on offer? You won’t believe it! Continue reading →

What’s on Your Mind, Facebook?

November 3, 2017September 15, 2020 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

Facebook pesters me to add more content to my page regardless of how much I post.

I could post twenty times a day and still wouldn’t make any difference, for how much I post isn’t really what’s on Facebook’s mind. Continue reading →

N. P. Ryan vs. Social Media

October 10, 2017February 18, 2019 / N. P. Ryan / Leave a comment

Facebook is a Flipping Pest.

Anytime I check my page, it bugs me to post something without the slightest care, concern or regard for whether I actually have anything worth saying. Continue reading →

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Drinking in a dingy bar by the sea, crumpled postcard from Her and World’s Biggest Ray Zero for company; then the son of a starts saying I’m cursed. Praise Be to lighting-up another smoke. Inhale, taste a foul brand: the Hex She put on me. Promised Heaven, delivered a dive nightclub Hell. Thank the Lord for liquor loving hot chicks. Though nothing compares to how it’ll feel catching up with Her.

Wanted a quick bit of business and gone. Bath had other ideas. First, battered and left for dead after a hundred heart-breaking truths. Then a Police Chief with a saggy old treasure chest of secrets to keep needs a scapegoat. Dumps me in the middle of corruption so deep it eases through bone to suck greedy at marrow. With every gun pointing my way, Hell, not even He’s gonna get me outta this one.

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