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While you were asleep: Facebook caught lying, Katter drops EP, Donald’s sign o’ the times

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Geez. You wait for one piece of bad news, and three come along. Overnight, Facebook was caught in a lie, Donald did something silly, and Bob Katter dropped his latest masterpiece.

 

Facebook considered selling our data after they said they wouldn’t. Facebook refutes this.

Well, fudge. Overnight, the UK parliament discovered that Facebook freely handed our personal data over to certain companies, right after they said they wouldn’t. According to the release, Zucc’s empire gave preferential access to Netflix, Lyft and Airbnb and numerous others in 2015. Facebook has been previously adamant that it never has sold our data. Now we know otherwise, or at the very least, that they considered doing so.

The documents were released by Damian Collins, a Conservative MP who has been part of a British inquiry into fake news promoted on social media. The material was part of a lawsuit filed by Six4Three, an app developer who claimed that Facebook preferred certain companies over others.

Facebook is resisting the claims, calling them “baseless” and “misleading” as they believe that these documents are “cherrypicked from years ago as part of a lawsuit to force Facebook to share information on friends of the app’s users. The set of documents, by design, tells only one side of the story and omits important context…we stand by the platform changes we made in 2015 to stop a person from sharing their friends’ data with developers.”

Collins explained why threw open the books (via Twitter), primarily because it raised “important questions about how Facebook treats users’ data, their policies for working with app developers, and how they exercise their dominant position in the social media market.”

According to the release, Zucc himself reviewed a list of apps (read: competitors) that were not allowed to use his service applications, ostensibly creating a preferred whitelist. In its blog post, Facebook said that it did so for our/the platform’s benefit, but has since removed it.

 

 

 

Bob Katter drops latest masterpiece, a true dive into modern politician discourse.

Blanchett. Weaving. Rush. A trio of thespians this country has ne’er seen the likes of. However, if we were to erect a Rushmore, the fourth marble member name might well be Bob Katter. Bob’s maudlin takes are bordering on folkloric. His art is an event, you have to be present to get it. He’s Charlie Chaplin with denim chaps and a stetson. He only truly in short vignettes, in tiny revelations of our humanity. If anything, he was born too late, if Vaudeville still did it for us, he’d surely have his own commemorative stamp.

Yesterday, he added another page to his gaudy catalogue, casually musing on the ills of modern politics.

 

 

The key, however, is his delivery. He’s not commenting on politics per se, he’s offering a politician’s take on politics. Pollies can’t dance, sing or fuck. They’re performers with no talent, nor drive, beyond the hollowest of applause from a crowd. Katter knows this, Katter plays this.

Bravo.

 

 

Trump makes his mark on agreement, signing his name in all the wrong places.

And finally, business is hard. It’s a hard business, business. There’s signing and co-signing, and sub-signing and stop-signing, and a goddamn tidal wave of paperwork, one that was originally a park you could escape to run through, but here it is on your desk, and sign it you must, because that slight increase of your Empire must increase. I’m not a socialist (I dislike people), I’m just very tired.

But to be fair, I don’t have the work load of a sitting President. Even a bad one has much to do. Wrong decisions are still decisions, and the paperwork gods must be sated, and receive your sacrifice they must.

Overnight, Donald did a very silly thing, signing the wrong part of an agreement. To be fair, he fucked up. He signed his name eevvveryywhere, which, of course, became the kernel of a meme, and bloomed into this nonsense video:

 

 

Lay off dudes. He’s not stupid, he’s tired.

Be nice.

 

 

Ohhh.

 

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