Getting Hacked

So, I got a text from my SIL yesterday late afternoon with a screen shot of someone on FB masquerading as me, asking her to friend me/him on FB. This was weird because we were already friends. She ignored it. Then she sent me a screenshot of a DM from him reaching out to her. The contents and writing style gave it away. She blocked him.

Out of precaution, I looked into it and it turns out some scumbag hacked my FB account, set up a fake clone account, and I guess was trying to interact with some of my FB friends to see if they could hack them.

These bastards are pretty good at it. They even swiped my favorite photo of me and Claire. I guess practice makes perfect. I now use a new photo. So, don’t respond to anything with a blue bandana.

If you are already one of my FB friends, block anyone on FB who tries to approach you in my name.

And if you are not already one of my FB friends, or even if you are, I won’t be reaching out to you in DMs, so don’t respond to any such approach. I won’t be accepting new friends either, even all of those pretty young girls with bodacious curves – who have always been the same ten miserable tiny dick old fat weirdos sucking down pizza in their grannies’ basements – who write me and tell me how cute and funny I am and would I please just friend them. That is so sad on so many levels. A pox on all your houses.

My computers are hack proof, but on-line accounts are a different animal. The douchebags hack the platform account.

Luckily, I now have access to a superior anti-hacker, who went into my FB account and found the embedded hacking program, disabled it, found the hacker’s fake account, disabled it, hid its own fuck you program in the clone account, and then installed Terminator 10 kind of anti-hacking security to prevent it from happening to my FB account again. And that’s before I went to my altar to settle the score. Yes, that FB hacker’s genital discomfort will be painful and incurable.

That audacious prick was actually on-line as my clone while my hacker was recovering my shit. I wonder if he felt the burning itch. Should be maddening by now. Scratching is not going to help.

But all of the above took a few hours that are usually past my bedtime. And cost me money. So I’m a little tired and pissed off.

You see, I got hacked on X back when it was Twitter, and it was a marketing set-back for me. I basically had to start from scratch building up my reader/writer community after three books were already published. I wasn’t as technologically sophisticated as I am now – which translates into I didn’t have the same access to bad ass, black knight anti hackers – so after multiple polite attempts of recovering my account from the don’t give a shit old regime at Twitter through proper channels – I posted a general warning to my T friends and followers and just left Twitter and came to FB to start over.

I’m too old to start over on social media. FB is my Alamo. The hill I will die on.

So, please do not worry about interacting with me directly on my FB page.

https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100091444194790

But please don’t DM me. I won’t respond. Not out of rudeness but out of caution.

If we know one another, you already know of other ways to reach me.

If you post a legitimate reason for contacting me, post your contact info and I’ll find you. If you turn out to be a hacker, my super hacker will find you and fuck you up (metaphorically speaking).

Well, enough grumbling.

I have a lot of Casa Claire chores to take care of, so I better get on it.

First some kitties to cuddle and rounds to make. The comforting loyalty of of non-human creatures.

Only humans find joy in the misery of others. Turn about is fair play.

You fine, five readers double check the security on your own social media accounts while you finish this morning’s coffee. Then get out there, do some errands and enjoy your weekends. You’ve earned it.

And no matter what else we get up to, let us make today a great one.