Clowns, all the same, pretty much, right? Not if you’re the Head of Facebook. Yes, that very same beacon of success that has content moderators at his company on minimum wage watching everything from beheadings, murders, and rapes to Trump cosplay. The same prick who makes sure these workers don’t receive mental health support, or health care benefits to treat the PTSD these jobs can saddle them with, but hey they do get nine minutes of supervised wellness time each day to cry in the stairwell while someone watches them. That very same. What a jerk, right?

Spare a thought for the child self of Mr I’m not sure I would do that job myself, and it might not be the best use of my time. From top left clockwise:

1989. Mark’s fifth birthday. Bozo went next door to the kid who had friends’ party, to which Mark was not invited. Mark watched from his window every kid leave with a balloon animal, a bag of candy, and a fixed grin from ear to ear, of pure FUN. That Mark was not part of.

1990: Mark’s sixth birthday. A repeat of the previous year, except it was raining. Bozo had perfected dolphin balloon animals and this year the kids’ grins were even wider.

1993: Mark’s cousin’s third birthday. The clown yelled at Mark to get the fuck away from the Helium, you mongoloid (it was the time when that was OK to say, just asK Devo), and then yelled at him to stop staring at my dick, and then yelled some more.

1998: Mark third-wheeled a date between a guy who had no money to get into the fair, and a girl who was into the guy. The couple ditched Mark after he paid for them all with lemonade stand money within five minutes, and even the duck toting clown, who clearly saw which way they went, laughed and said “Beats me, creep”.

1999: This is Mark, at a karaoke night in Boston.

2000: This is Mark attempting to break into Toastmasters with a clever idea. Entrepreneurial… uh.

All these are HILARIOUS EDGY MOTIVATIONAL posters in the Content Moderation department at FB. Someone’s altered them for propaganda purposes, probably around those court hearings, to look like albums. As if clowns sell albums. Real slogans, top left clockwise:

1.”IT’S JUST TOMATO SAUCE KIDS”
2.”YOUR TEARS ARE NOTHING TO THE OCEAN. SMILE”
3.”THIS WILL HAPPEN TO YOU IF YOU STARTLE ON THE STAIRS. PS. BOO! HA HA JUST KIDDING GET BACK TO WORK – THUMBS UP TO THE SKY RAISE THE ROOF”
4.”YOU WON’T EVER SEE BLUE SKY AGAIN BUT THAT’S OK YOU ARE SAFE HERE”
5.”THIS IS WHAT BURNOUT LOOKS LIKE. THAT’S WHY IT’S CALLED FIRED”
6.”A DUMMY COULD DO YOUR JOB, SUCK IT UP IT’S DIPPED IN CRACK, NICE!”

Ah, Zuck. He gets PTSD, really he does.

I dunno. Clowns. brrr.