Facebook As Sounding Board

With a middle name as "Flag this Scapegoat," I best not be surprised bullied from cutthroat villains (supposedly kind hearted facilitators/ moderators, sans Facebook administrators, but woe whiz me hyperbole 4 lite dramatic affect), mine psyche stung, when months after months no incidents of lamentable discrimination did I experience until...early this last week in Feb. rue weary - BAM, many poems dispatched to various and sundry Facebook poetry groups in das scrim min hit lee suddenly generated host till lit tee (within me every fiber and sinew) re- guarding justifiable explanation necessitating why (albeit vaguely worded electronic message), yours truly did not comply with stipulations, when no objectionable outburst could be linked in with contents mainly implicating myself as this doubting Thomas (foolhardy fella) rarely loosed, lobbed, launched brickbats against no one within madding crowd, hence exert at tent heaven esse, when choosing my words, a shock sparked anger upon a deluge of unexpected (the equivalent of slap on the face) without warning to address any unacceptable issue, which ready corrections this mindful scribe would attend, no questions asked, then methought an opportunity presented itself to express displeasure, whether warm reception ala royal carpet treatment took place even if I brought a ratty old Scottish mat), thus the mere exercise to expunge pent up anger (electronically) automatically, excellently, and immediately reduced agitation, an opportunity to modify my behavior since pathetic unhealthy modus operandi earlier during mein kampf, the necessity to free emotions as a youngster beak came internalized, whereat cumulative instances when browbeaten, effectively - indiscriminately needled, taunted, et cetera found me to swallow indignities against mine person to communicate without resorting to violent threat, which would ratchet up a minor fracas into a major altercation.