There is this, too. Old Army buddies spamming my timeline with 40 ridiculous hateful far-right memes a day. Band girl from middle school who was my first ever date praising the Proud Boys and showing up to the capitol protest. My aunt posting nonsense like the dog with a ham cold cut on its face saying it was burned trying to rescue people from a fire and betting no one would share it.

These are people I love. Some of them I have literally been to war with. I'd have died for them and they'd have died for me. I don't want Facebook to convince me all humans are garbage. They're not. I know these people. This isn't really them.