Hola hola. I come before you annoyed. Let me defer on the whinging and go straight to a constructive proposition: I will not rate you or your services. And here is my stand: NOT every service requested through the Internet requires answering a questionnaire. It’s unhelpful, unnecessary, invasive, and grating.

Was the food at the right temperature?

Don’t know. I toast the hell out of all delivery pizza.

Did you find this answer helpful?

No. For the 3rd time: a phone number to talk to a person. Please.

How did you feel about our solution options?

I feel like using physical violence to disable you permanently.

Rating webstuffs is unfulfilling and a waste of time, the worst qualities of Cheetos and baseball, respectively. When a Big Data corp. approaches you with “Your opinion matters to us”, it’s pure condescension. Never believe your opinion will alter anything, not even the punctuation in a policy memo about product development or media outreach bullshit whatever. Besides, it’s most likely that such companies already know everything about you and millions and millions of users. Your opinion does not matter. My opinion does not matter. In fact, every June 27 since 2018 I’ve written to Microsoft “outlook emailo serch suxs #>:(” and… Yeah, still terrible! Dammit, even Communists gave weight to honest opinions.

Criticism is a lot different when real people are involved. I’ll get to that later, after

NFL NEWS

Eghmmd, mm… Here is the House Organ speculavaganza, click for your own enjoyment. Looking for fitbaw contents at March 1st strikes me as desperate and wrong, sadly not in a pervy way. End of section.

LOOKING FORWARD TO

the World Baseball Classic. The WBC starts next Wednesday in Japan. Then on Friday it’s ¡Pleibol! in the U.S. and Pe FKN Erre. First game here in San Juan is Cuba vs. Panamá, at noon March 6. I still hope the Cuba Cubans are granted visas and allowed to play. Personally, I’ll pray on it. Plus, not gonna lie. I’m not above pushing the Ol’ bully pulpit to stump for the one true faith

Venezuela and Nicaragua play their games in Miami, with Israel also in that group. High potential for brawls, sneaky apocalyptic undertones. Oh yeah, I’m in.

FINALLY,

when rating stuff made by people, or work performed by persons, oooh. Different, completely different approach. I have found, and this may surprise you… But people have feelings. I swear, really: feelings. Gotta take that into account.

Imagine you’re stressed. A classic releaser of tension is just unloading resentment and insults unfiltered. If you do it toward persons, it has another layer: the varied delights from demeaning your listeners. No machine, however sniveling with “Great that you noticed that!” and worse patronizing or deflection (no machine, none), can provide: either your happiness at seeing horror in their face, or the adrenaline rush to flee from their rage because, oh yeah. You went too far there with the aspersions about tastes in men, allegedly. With machines, huffing indignantly for 300+ words about a tiny and brief inconvenience is childish and masturbatory. It is, acéptalo. ¿Kei?

With machines, the worst for the machines (I think), is simply ignore the ratings, don’t answer the questionnaires, nor try to hack the grades system to change ⭐️ s into 🤮 s. Just look for most glorious close “x” in some corner and be free going forward. Ghosting the machines is a measure for self-worth, unlike the actual pleasures that apathy brings in real life. You could even make a game out of your obliviousness to other folks; easily if authentic, magnificent if performative. But that last kind of manipulation and glee is beyond the scope of free, zero advertisement internet.

To leave on a high note: you would never need rating or validation, if you’re a narcissist. Superficiality never fails. But if it does, turn to the Bible publicly and vocally. Even works in prison. Forever and eveL, amén.

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