Why the default GPS voice is a woman voice?

I wonder why the default GPS voice is a woman voice?

I wonder how many people change the default to a man voice.

I also wonder what would have happened if the default was a man voice. Would most of the people will immediately look for ways to switch it to a woman voice?

They always said that men don’t like to get driving directions from a woman. So how come they accept it from a GPS woman? Is it because she doesn’t exist? I wonder if they would be OK with actual GPS woman sitting near them on the passenger seat and giving them instructions?

I wonder why the default for movie trailers is a man voice. What is so special in the man voice that makes it superior to a woman voice in movie trailers?

Why can we hear man say “story full with blood, pain, tears and romance. Story about a person that keeps fighting against all odds” while on the other hand we hear the woman say “turn right, turn left, make a u turn”?

Actually I tried switching my GPS voice to a man voice and it was a weird experience. I immediately felt I can’t stand him and that he is bragging only because he knows the way better than I do. I switched it back after 5 minutes. How come women are OK listening to another woman giving them directions?

I wonder.

I wonder when is a good age to start regretting my life

Since I am not doing much with my life, I have time to read all kinds of motivational quotes hoping that I will stumble upon the quote that will change my life. “Life before the quote” and “life after the quote”. I see myself in the future sitting in front of the journalist and answering the question “so when was the time you decided to drop everything and become a race car driver” and I will humbly smile and answer “it all started from this quote I read 10 years ago”.

I think I am now very familiar with all those quotes that I can  write my own article which will be a random mix of quotes I know. I might be a failure myself but that doesn’t mean I can’t coach others to be successful people living meaningful lives. Whenever they ask me what I am doing for a living besides coaching them I will just say “let’s just say I am waking up every day with a smile.” And I will smile.

I think I will start with the quote ” Choose a job you love, and you will never have to work a day in your life” by Confucius. This could have been THE quote that makes the difference for me. However, I am still stuck on traffic every day on my way to a job I just tolerate and not love (and that’s also on a good day). So I guess it didn’t work out for me until now.

But before I become a coach I need to figure out one quote that really bothers me. Usually, it is not used as a quote by itself but more as an extension to existing quotes. It goes something like,

“We have one time on this earth. Don’t wake up and realize you are old and haven’t done the things you dreamed about”

Now, I am all for the idea it’s good to regret things you didn’t do when you were younger. I am a firm believer that people should be punished and suffer in their lifetime for not following their dreams. It’s a good introduction to the hell that is waiting for them after they die. The problem I have is with the definition of the word ‘old’. When is exactly the age that “from there it’s too late?” The age from which I should start sitting on a lonely bench in some park and regret my life? Is it 64? 39? 75? 29? 119?

It bothers me since I don’t want to wake up one day and figure out it’s about time I start regretting.  I’d rather know how many years I have before the time comes to mourn about my missed life. I would love it to be a nice age like 85 since there is a good chance I won’t be here to stop everything and start sobbing. It also gives me a few good years to follow my dreams. After all George Eliot said “It is never too late to be what you might have been”. For him there is no good time to enjoy beating yourself up. I guess you can still become a pilot in the age of 97.

But the only reason that made me spend 8 minutes of my life writing this is I read the  quote:

“Don’t wake up and realize you are old…”

with a specific age.

“Don’t wake up and realize you are 60 years old…”

Let me read it again. 60 years old. 60????

The article was titled “Advice from old people”. Although the picture showed someone that looked 88 the quote mentioned the age of 60. Which makes me think the writer was 27 and it should have been titled “Advice to some old people” instead of “Advice from some old people”.  The writer advises people older than 60 years old to go to sleep and never wake up if they don’t want to spend their time crying about their lives. It wouldn’t be such a big of a deal if the blog was another one of those popular blogs being read by 7 people. As of now the view count is 3, 669, 143 (!!!). Statistically, taking into consideration the age distribution in the world, around 15% are older than 60. Let’s assume mainly young people are wasting their time reading motivational blogs. It still leaves us with around 10% of “old” people who read the advice. Let’s also assume 9.9% of them didn’t follow their dream (according to the last research made by myself of how many people fulfilled their dreams in their life) and let’s add 0.1% of those in the ages of 58 and 59 that planned to join a university and get a degree and now understand it’s too late for them. That leaves us with around 370,000 people who read the so-called “advice” and right now are shedding tears about their miserable missed lives.

The writer implies that once you get to the age of 60 it’s too late. You are done. No more soup (dreams) for you.  Even if your life dream was quitting your job at the age of 60 and moving to some beach house in Hawaii, it is too late. Better start packing, but not to Hawaii. It’s time to get going as the death train is about to leave. I guess for different people the line between living your life and looking back at your life crosses at a different age. For the Beatles band for example the border is 64. After all, they wrote in their great song “Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m sixty-four?”. They are kind enough to give you four more years to purse your dreams. John Lennon was murdered at the age of 40 so he is not part of the equation and we shouldn’t disturb his peace. George Harrison died at the age of 58 while he was still young and living the life. Paul McCartney, 74, and Ringo Starr, 76, are spending 10/12 years respectively being too old. Maybe they should re-write the song and change the age to 83. This will give them a few more years to stay young.

I now have a dream. To wake up 60 years old, learn French and sign myself into a famous cooking school in France. Graduate at the age of 64, just before it’s too late according to the Beatles, and become a chef in one of the most prestigious restaurants in France. Sit every evening in a different coffee shop spending my time people watching with my beautiful French girlfriend.  Then if the guy who wrote this article is still alive I would give him a call. Not sure he is going to answer since he will probably be in the regression phase, sitting in some basement busy moaning about the missed opportunities in his life. But if he answers the phone I will say “I know you are busy being a grumpy old man but I wanted to tell you something.  I decided to ignore your recommendation, follow my dreams at the age of 60 and guess what? I made it. I made it!!!” then I would slam the phone and tell my girlfriend “so, where are we going tonight? Or maybe we could stay home and have some fun?”

Now that I think about it I kind of like the fact that I am going to start following my dreams at the age of 60. I can go to sleep and waste my time doing nothing for the next 14 years. I can at last enjoy life as I will take a break from trying to maximize my life potential and just enjoy my time on earth. Don’t try calling me 14 years from now. I will be on my way to France.

By the time I finished writing the text above the number of views of the blog advising the 60 year old people to gather their families for the last talk jumped to 3,666,449. Well, 3,666,445 if we don’t count my multiple views. That is 402 views in around 10 minutes. Forty more people who feel sorry about themselves and looking to jump from some roof.

Note: For the 3 people who took a break for a few minutes from their dreams pursuit and read the useless text above I first would like to apologize for doing it to you. Anyhow, if you want to waste another 2 minutes – this time out of your own will –  there is a link below to the “Advice from some old people” article. Advice number 16. Just take into consideration it might reach the 4,000,000 views once you read it so take a calculator and update the numbers above. If you share my post, please share it with people 60 years old or older. If you share the blog below, please make sure you share it with people 55 years old or younger. For people 55-60 years old you can share both.  The only thing which makes me sad is the blog below has ruined the mood for 370,000 people and I will only help 1-2 people.

I wonder when is a good age to start regretting my life.

 

http://imgur.com/gallery/ygq7RK8

 

Tamir Rice: Are you Black or White? (or The American Binary Thinking System)

Generally speaking, Americans prefer the binary thinking system. This is a very efficient way of thinking that might explain why US is the strongest country in the world but also the country with 5% of the world population and 25% of the world prisoners. The binary thinking system definition: Any complicated problem can be decoded into two simple, opposite, distinct, clear options. It’s either black or white and you must take side.

This way of thinking is most noticeable in the main stream American movies which make a clear distinction between the good guys and the bad guys. Good guys can’t have any fault and bad guys are only evil. Once you are out of those movies you have a feeling of immense satisfaction. The good prevailed, the bad guys got punished,  and the world is back in order. After watching most European movies you go to sleep depressed and with a headache.

A relevant example is the latest statement by Donald Trump, the republican candidate for presidency, after the San Bernardino massacre:

“Muslims should not be allowed to enter the US”.

The original problem: Many extreme Muslims are terrorists; they belong to different terror organizations, religious streams, and have themselves conflicting interests. They kills people all over the world including other Muslims. We need to find ways to track those people once they are in the US, or prevent them from entering the country.

The problem after translating to the binary system: Do you think ANY Muslim should be allowed to enter the US?”. Either all Muslims are good or bad. You must take side. You can’t sit on the fence. Once defining the problem in simple terms it makes it approachable to all levels of the population regardless of education level. You don’t need to understand the subject of the terror to it’s depth with the history, root causes and motives of all sides in the equation. Once the problem simplified all you need to decide is are you Pro Muslim or Anti Muslim. Two clear options, black or white. No gray. The debate can now be handled by people with zero knowledge of religion, terror, conflicts and history.

Tamir Rice is a 12 years old African American boy who played with a toy gun and was killed by a policeman within two seconds of arriving on the scene. The binary system comes into effect in the following  911 conversation (word by word) between the guy who called to report about Tamir Rice playing with a gun in the park and the 911 Dispatcher.

911 Dispatcher: “What does he look like?” (spoiler: she wants to know his skin color)

Guy (naive): “He has a camouflage hat on”

911 Dispatcher (making it clear): “Is he black or white?

Guy (did we say naive?): “Gray. He has gray coat with black sleeves and gray pants.”

911 Dispatcher (No skin color, no police): “Is he black or white?

Guy (begin to wake up from his “we are all human beings” dream): “I am sorry???”

911 Dispatcher (punching the knock-out blow):

Is he BLACK or WHITE?

Notice that in all 3 questions she kept the order the same. First black and second white.

Guy (defeated and almost apologizing, whispering): “He is Black…”.

911 Dispatcher (once the skin color is clear, we can move on) : “He has a Camel Jacket and gray pants?” (Wrong. she hasn’t been listening to any clothing details since she was obsessed with the skin color)

Guy (back to square one): “No, he has a camouflage hat on”

So, either the 911 dispatcher assumed that the boy must be black or white, or maybe what she is actually asking is: Is he black or not?”. Meaning, every skin color should be categorized as either black or non-black (white). If that is the case, to which category should we assign brown, dark white, light black and other skin colors? I assume all belong to the “white” bucket. The multi color problem is simplified to white and black options. Either you are [black] or [white = white, olive, brown, yellow].

Maybe It’s about time America will look in the mirror and understand she is not wearing only black or white clothes. It is about time to upgrade from the black-white binary system of the 1950’s to the 2016 rainbow  – White/Brown/Olive/Black/Other. And guess what, they all can be good people or bad people. And they all can be that guy that is playing with his gun in the park. With the popular terror attacks by middle eastern guys, brown is going to become very popular skin color when it gets to a terror scene. Black and white might not be good enough to describe the suspect. Let’s add brown before it’s too late.

So, Tamir Rice, are you black or white?

 

Link to the 911 conversation:

Sentences you will not hear in the year 2037

 

  1. “I miss you” – you can’t miss someone when you can call/text/skype/WhatsApp/Facebook/twitter/Instagram/Snapchat with him any given moment of your existence. Another option is the time length required to miss someone will be shortened from 2 months to 3 minutes.

 

  1. “I would love to meet you in person” – why?

 

  1. “You can mail us at 123 X Dr.” – letters will be out at around 2024.

 

  1. “How do I get to …?” – GPS is God number 1.

 

  1. “Do you know the meaning of …?” – google is God number 2.

 

  1. “Where can I buy…? – Amazon is God number 3

 

 

  1. “Can I get your number…?” – phone numbers will disappear.  Connections will be done only via social media app.

 

  1. “Stay with us. We will be back after the commercial break” – Nobody will have the patience to wait for 3 minutes without switching a channel. Also since video on demand will replace all existing channels commercial breaks will be redundant.

 

  1. “Can I borrow a pen?” – Any writing material except keyboard will disappear from the world. Of course, keyboard will disappear as well but it will take 20-30 more years.

 

  1. “Your son has an amazing memory. He is such a great student” – In the google era good memory has no advantage. On the contrary, it takes energy from the brain that can be used to solve complicated problems. The sentence will be replaced by “Your son is using his memory for no apparent reason”

 

  1. “My dad is working in a factory” – The sentence will only be used by Chinese kids until the late 2060s. They will stop using it as well once robots will replace all man work. The sentence will be replaced by “My dad is working as a machine backup in a factory”.

 

  1. “Can you take a look under the hood?” – Nobody has any idea how the computerized engines work beside few engineers. The sentence will be replaced by “Do you want to buy this piece of junk?”

 

  1. “I sat with her in the classroom and I just knew she is the one for me” – Online learning will replace all physical classrooms. The only way to meet other students is by Skype. This sentence will be replaced by “She looked so cute on the screen so I just had to ask her out”.

 

  1. “He is so good in spelling” – With autocorrect text all you need to know is maybe 2 consonants and one vowel from each word. The natural ability to spell will not be needed and will be still required only in spelling bee competitions held in schools with 75 years old teachers that still think it is cool.

 

 

  1. “can I borrow your book?” – no papers, no books. The word borrow will not be used with the word book in the same sentence ever again.

 

  1. “Today is my grandparent’s golden anniversary” – five years long marriage will be rare let alone fifty. The sentence will be replaced by “My parents just celebrated their 3rd year of marriage!!!”

 

 

  1. “All please stand for a minute of silence” – Nobody will be able to stand still for one minute without talking/moving/texting. The only term which will be used will be a moment of silence and it will average between 5 and 15 seconds.

 

  1. “I had to stay long in the office” – remote connection will make offices useless. Even if you will work in an office there will be no reason to actually stay late since you can do the same work remotely. One less excuse for cheaters.

 

  1. “He was such a curious child. He broke everything to see how it works” – kind of tricky to put back together circuit boards.

 

  1. “Did you know his parents are divorced?!” – Divorce rate will be around 85% so the exception will be the kids to married couples. The sentence will be replaced by “Did you know his parents are married?!”

 

  1. “she has a fake boobs” – Most body parts will be replaced to last longer and look better. The sentence will be replaced by “I can’t understand why she s sticking to the same old boobs”

 

 

 

 

Let the game begin – Soccer world cup 2014

 

The World cup soccer is about to start. This is a feeling no football (American), basketball, baseball, hockey, golf, poker, curling and all will ever understand. It is like honey moon every 4 years. It is like being a child again for a month. All problems in life disappear. Work, money, family, everything goes to the right proportions, which means, insignificant compared to the round ball kicked by few guys. But we all know every day into the world cup is also one more day closer to the end. And the emptiness, loneliness that comes with it. Work, money, family come back to the main stage of life and you look with tears at the round ball which just a month ago was the excuse to procrastinate everything. For those of you guys that are not soccer lovers, I can only compare the feeling to the time you are dating a new girl and she is standing naked in front of you for the first time. You are all excited, the world around you disappears, the phone call from the boss can wait and the exam for tomorrow is just another exam. You have only her beautiful naked body in front of you. But you also know that once you touch it for the first time, this feeling will never come back. This is how we feel now, just before the first game! So, let the game begin!!!

I have 200 FB Friends

I reached the amazing round number of 200 FB friends. At this special moment I would like to take a short break from my amazing virtual life and thank my mother for bringing me into this world and my family that is responsible alone to around 30-40 of my FB friends. I can’t wait for few of my nieces and nephews to get older, married and bring children. Even with the conservative assumption of having only their spouses and kids as my new FB friends, it should give me at least 20-30 new FB friends by the year 2023 from the family side alone!

The number 200 is so nice I will have some difficulty approving new friendships in the near future. I am not sure I am ready to deal with boring numbers like 207 friends. I had a mental breakdown after I approved the 101 friend and I am not going to let it happen again. By the way, the 101 friend is not my friend anymore and I guess it just couldn’t work out since he had this ancient sin on his back of breaking the lovely 100 number.

The average number of FB friends for my age group in US is 277. That means I am 77 friends short of the average, which makes me feel like I am some kind of a psycho. I can fix it easily by sending 100 friend requests to random people. Many people approve even if they don’t know you since they think you are some guy they once had ice cream with in 3rd grade after a soccer game.

On the other hand I don’t want too many friends. How can the users with 1,327 friends take care of all their friendships? Looks impossible unless you are connected 24 hours, comment, like, share, which means you actually became slave to maintaining your friendships. How can they know if one of their friends “UNfriended” them. It is much easier to notice change from 200 to 199 than from 1,327 to 1,326. 200 is a number I can live with. Few likes here, few shares there, “Looks awesome!” comment every other day and everyone gets the feeling I care. If things will happen and I become very popular I guess I will not reject friend requests but I will probably hire someone to maintain it for me. But let’s cross this bridge later. Right now, I just want to relax and enjoy the 200 milestone.

The age group with the highest average number of friends is 18-24 and they have 649 friends. It is almost 3 times more than the average of my age group. I guess they are way friendlier than my age group. This is the love and peace age when you think that everyone that can spell your name right has also something in common with you.

But, there is some good news for people like me which have under the average number of friends. The number of friends is going down all the way from the peak of the 18-24 age group. The average number of friends for the age group 45-54 is 220. That means that even if I don’t add one more friend, I immediately become more popular on my 45th Birthday as I will be only 20 friends short of the average compared to 77 today. This makes me feel good. So I just need to wait and let the age do the work.

The group with the lowest average is 65+. They have an average of 102 friends. It makes sense. Most of their friends already died. I am also not sure if every nursing home can afford free Internet access to all the residents. There are probably only a few computer stations. Taking into consideration that the older you get, the slower you type, your ability of maintaining friendships in FB is deteriorating in the same proportion with your health.

Coming to think of it, FB was founded on 2004. Someone who is 65 years old today was 55 years old when FB was founded. 2014-2004=10, 65-10=55. I knew there was a reason I spent almost a quarter of my life solving math problems. So it is hard to make conclusions of the pattern of friend numbers in relation to the aging of the person. However, assuming the averages will not change much that means that a popular 18 years old guy/girl today with 649 friends will be left with only 102 friends when he reaches the age of 65. Now that makes me sad. The question is where all of the 547 (649-102) friends disappeared with the years. The difference is staggering even when take into consideration un-natural deaths, people who quit FB, friends stabbing you in the back, friends pressing “UnFriend” by mistake, friends who changed gender and had to create a new FB account but forgot to add you back as friend, friends that go to jail and the police erase their FB account as they suspect it is being used for illegal activities, and so on.

So where are they going, all the FB friends? Is there an alternate virtual world with a FB competitor they move to? And if they move there is it the same world? Is it called maybe “ButtBook” because they appreciate butts more than they appreciate faces? Do they also have “like”, and “post” and “share” and “comment”? Or maybe their friendship is defined differently? Maybe instead of “like” they have “love”, instead of “share” they have “I dare to share”, instead of “comment” they have “My point of view” and instead of “status” they have “this is why I have a stinking day”? And maybe, just maybe, even the other alternate universe doesn’t define their fiends as “friends” but as “people you may like or may not like that for some reason or another you or them accepted/sent a connection request sent by one of you”. So, do they have friends? Or do they need to just count the friends they have in the real world and this means going down from 1,846 friends to 7?

As the beetles sang in their song “Eleanor Rigby”

All the lonely people

Where do they all belong?

Or translated to FB:

All the lonely people

Where do they all logon?

And if those people quit FB and social media altogether, are they still alive once they quit? If a tree falls and no one hears it, did it really make a sound? If a man has a birthday and he doesn’t get 178 happy birthdays in FB, did he really have a happy birthday? Or did he just have an average birthday? If he went on a trip to the Caribbean and didn’t post 982 pictures, was he really there?   And what will he say when he come backs to work after the vacation and his co-worker will ask him “Send me a friend request in FB, I want to see the pictures from your trip”. Will you just tell him “I am not on FB” hoping a lightening will strike you and makes you disappear? If FB-less people don’t put a status “having a great time with my best friends in my favorite restaurant”, do they actually eat? Do they actually have best friends? Do they have a favorite restaurant? Does the restaurant exist? Which brings us to the ultimate question – Does one have any state of being if he is not updating it as a status on FB?

The FB loneliness of the 65+ age group still bothers me. It can be attributed as mentioned before to the sad fact of people that are dying and unfortunately leave the virtual world as well as the real world. But I think those people should not be so selfish. Take care of it and make sure their friends will not lose FB friends when they die? They can put in their will approval for a family member to continue handling their FB account and maybe even give him a few guide lines on what to like, what to post and what status to put every once and then. Dead people have status? “My first day in the grave, having lunch with a great friend who died 5 years ago, it took me some time to recognize him. I want to tell you something, one year in the grave doesn’t equal to one year on earth – the worms are making a big difference”. The benefit of keeping the friendship is priceless for the old person. First he doesn’t feel he lost a friend since his FB friends count is stable. On the same token he will not feel his day is near being all his friends are dying. He will also be able to still go into pictures of the dead friend, like, share and maybe even comment something like “Hey Sam, miss our time together. Hope you are still having fun up there! If you see George, upload a picture and tag him”

And maybe, old people are forced to leave FB even before they die, because it just becomes a source of frustration for them. Friends are not answering their messages since they died 2 days before they got it, the selfies do not look better with the age, and it looks strange that they are keeping the same profile picture for the last 25 years. Let’s face it, what are the chances you put a profile picture when you are 87 years old and you have responses like “handsome!”, “princess”, “You look so full of life”, “Looks like you get younger with the age”. If he/she will be lucky and get any comment it is probably going to be something like “Still alive? Why didn’t you reply to my message from 4 years ago? We all thought you died”, “Hey grandpa! I am planning on visiting you soon. Probably 3 years from now. We need to talk about your will. Hope the Alzheimer will not kill you by then. Last time I came you forgot my name. So, it’s John. John. John. Got it? LOL”, “When are you coming to visit? Ohh, I forgot, when can someone drive you to my place? LOL”, “Are you still taking the blue pills?”, “Who is the hot nurse behind you?”, “You look so old, I can smell you from my laptop. I am just kidding, looking great, grandpa. Well, looking not bad. LOL”

The only posts their friends are sharing with them are: “How to die happy”, “How to make the most out of your time in the nursing home”, “How to eat with a spoon without using your hand”, “how to make sure the ugly nurse will not come and give you a shot”, “how to act like you have a heart attack and scare your grand kids”, “old age and loneliness in the FB era”, and so on. Not to mention the pictures they can post where you can see their daughter holding a spoon filled with unrecognized green thing and forcing it into their mouth. Even their grandkids are older now and don’t post all the pictures with the hot girls from college that they used to enjoy so much in the past and share with all their old friends with funny comments like “This is my grandson with his girlfriend “Boobs”. So sorry, I can’t remember her name. You know, the age. LOL”

I am so excited I reached this 200 friends mile-stone that I like to use the same words used by Martin Luther King Jr. in his famous “I have a dream” speech. Well, not exactly the same words….

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: “We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all FB friendships are created equal.”

I have a dream that one day on the red hills of FB, the sons of FB users that are not friends today will be able send a friend request, accept a friend request and sit down together at the table of the virtual brotherhood.

I have a dream that one day even the age group of 65+, a group with the lowest average of FB friends, will be transformed into an oasis of friendship and love.

I have a dream that my two little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the content of their character, but by the number of FB friends they have.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day, down in the daycare, with its vicious discrimination not allowing to open FB account before the age of 12; — one day right there in the daycare, little boys and girls will be able to join virtual hands as FB true friends.

I have a dream today!

I have a dream that one day every message shall be answered and every picture and post will be liked, every person will be tagged in a photo, and the FB enemies will become friends; “and the glory of the FB shall be revealed and all smart phones shall see it together.”

This is our hope, and this is the faith that I go back to sleep with.

With this faith, we will be able to hew out of the mountain of loneliness a stone of friendship. With this faith, we will be able to transform the jangling discords of the real world into a beautiful symphony of virtual brotherhood. With this faith, we will be able to like together, to share together, to post together, to UnFriend together, to stand up for FB freedom together, knowing that we will all have FB accounts one day.

And this will be the day — this will be the day when all of FB’s children will be able to sing with new meaning:

FB ’tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing.

FB where my father’s died, FB of the number of friends pride,

From every tablet, let FB ring!

And if America is to be a great nation, this must become true.

And so let FB ring from the prodigious hilltops of Mark Zuckerberg.

Let FB ring from the mighty mountains of Menlo Park, California.

Let FB ring from the News Feeds.

Let FB ring from the Friends You follow and the Friends following you.

Let FB ring from the Likes.

But not only that:

Let FB ring from Notifications.

Let FB ring from Profile Pictures.

Let FB ring from every Timeline and Status update.

From every shared post, let FB ring.

And when this happens, and when we allow FB ring, when we let it ring from every laptop and every tablet, from every smart phone and every PC, we will be able to speed up that day when all of FB’s children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands, become FB friends, and all human kind will be FB friends together forming a one enormous FB entity that tag together, share together, like together, think together, feel together, hate together, and love together, and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual:

One at last! One at last!

Thank FB Almighty, we are One at last!

DO WE WANT THAT DAY TO COME?