Fru T Bunn

There's a bunch of people who have sold their soul to the devil.

A bunch of people who are never without immediate access to an agency which publishes sexism and racism and facilitates terrorism and sex crimes on a daily basis.

A bunch of people who became advertising space when the clock struck 13. 

These are the empty headed Facebook users of 2016.

And then there's a bunch of people who like a joke.

Enjoy a titter, a chuckle.

And a patiently elegant, retro-styled cartoon.

These are the Viz readers of 2016.

Mutually exclusive groups? 

Well...yes.

Because Facebook has deleted the Viz page.

Censored. 

Was it the flatulence-based feature "Donald Trump's World of Pumps" that did it? 

We just don't know.

Double entendre has been swapped for doublethink.

If you can laugh, then you can't feel angry.

Laughs flicker and breathe.

Poison lingers and bleeds.

A smile doesn't stain so laughs don't sell. 

Vitriol is forever.

"If you want a picture of the future imagine a boot stamping on a human face forever".

I am not even asking you to look behind you.

I'm not asking you to look around you.

Just look straight ahead and open your eyes.

You didn't even see it coming. 

Look in the mirror and see the pricetag tucked into in your hat. 

See what you sold out for and guess how far down the rabbit hole you are.

Try to remember.

If satire wasn't silenced after Charlie Hebdo, what chance do think you have, Zuckerberg?

There is a group of people who have sold their soul to the devil.

Hello.