Facebook is like a black hole.

The web browser Chrome, for example, is the event horizon — the point of no return that when you cross it, you begin the time-altering spiral to the dark center and whatever fate awaits you there.

Normally, it involves cats.

Navigating to Facebook then marks that singular fall into the blackest parts of infinity. Nothing: Not work, not family, not feeding your pet can tear you away from the endless scroll of recipe’s, baby pictures and worn-out memes.

And like the science of black holes, I understand so very little of why people post what they do, which brings me to my grand, overarching point.

Why?

The initial question of that simple word can actually be answered simply enough: A belief in something so strong that only a meme can truly hammer home your ideology.

That’s sarcasm by the way.

Memes are those pictures accompanied by words that more often than not makes us LOL (laugh out loud you old fogies) or role our eyes with perhaps the internal question of, “Why did I friend request you?”

Since day one, Facebook has done a fine job of allowing us to minimize the most complicated of subjects with a few choice words and representative photo. But then again, it also allows people to dodge responsibility of truthfullness by sharing from convenient websites that fit singular beliefs.

The problem is, the Internet and by extension Facebook, is hardly the bastion of truth. You’re Republican so naturally when you post anything from a site with the word “Right” or “Patriot” in the title you’re admitting that Democrats, also know as liberal scum, are akin to the Galactic Empire.

It’s by no means limited to Republicans. Democrats no doubt view Republicans as the barbarian hordes and then there are those true patriots who don’t admit anything coming out of the government is good and that somehow Anonymous, that rightous hacker group is somehow a deity for righteousness.

Each day I go to Facebook, I see a parade of meme’s and simple phrases designed to Tora, Tora, Tora the other side with a bombing frenzy of, “you’re wrong and unAmerican.”

Some days I wonder if we’re all Communist by default and I haven’t been let in on the secret.

When reading things our friends put on Facebook, it’s healthy I think to harbor just a little skepticism of what you are reading. After all, these statements and stories being shared are from those very websites that match the poster’s overall opinion of a subject.

Case in point, guns.

Boy do Americans love their guns. It’s a love affair that sometimes borders on a weird, cultish devotion. But then we throw in arguments that our nation’s founders may or may not have said in order to put a nice, white pillow underneath that devotion.

Personally, I would like to read the part Thomas Jefferson argued for AR-15’s in the home.

I feel pretty confident that our founders wouldn’t see the necessity of a semi-automatic assault rifle in the hands of a suburban commando, but who am I to judge.

It certainly goes beyond politics. There is the vaccine vs. anti vaccine debate (for lack of a better word), the science vs. God debate (or ritualistic slap fighting) or the very blessed of Facebook shenanigans, “Share if you agree.”

Look, we’re all entitled to our opinions and me being an opinionated gem myself will not fault you for the idea of having an opinion, but I think we all have a certain responsibility to devote a little bit of time to discovering the truth of something before splashing it all over Facebook.

The truth is source of all things, and without it we’ll end up electing some knucklehead as president.

An orange-skinned, fake-haired knucklehead.

Share if you agree.