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I've generally confronted two issues on Facebook: one, my announcements never get enough likes; and two, when they do, they trigger a warmed open deliberation that quickly lapses into outrageous rancor set apart by a blow out of manhandle that leaves a terrible taste in my advanced mouth for a considerable length of time a while later.

So this time I chose to avoid any risk and post something pre-tried by Facebook for being contention verification and troll-confirmation. There are just 5.6 million such templated posts, all copyrighted by Facebook. I got one such announcement for Rs. 5,600 and put it up on my divider.

This is the thing that I posted: "The chicken crossed the street." That's it. A straightforward definitive sentence with no esteem judgment. I was excited when it earned 56 prefers in 15 minutes.

False impressions commotion

At that point, the primary remark came, from somebody called Van de Mataram, who stated, "It was Prime Minister Modi who manufactured the street in any case. Is it a lot to expect a libtard like you to give credit where it's expected?"

Before I could answer, Bolshevik Raja, somebody I'd met on the Metro, remarked: "Before the chicken was even conceived, Modi crossed the Rubicon in 2002. I don't recall you remarking on it. Run of the mill liberal lip service!"

I was irately writing to clear these mistaken assumptions when Van de Mataram shot back: "Modi, at any rate, crossed the Rubicon. Pappu hasn't crossed the verandah."

At that point, somebody called Kiski Roti posted, "When will bhakts understand that under Modi sarkar the streets are fit for chickens?"

Van de Mataram flung a quick riposte at Kiski Roti: "Under UPA, the streets were bad to the point that not to mention chickens, even chickens wouldn't wander into movement. Today everybody from chickens to dairy animals is uninhibitedly crossing the street without fear. So close it you, dynastic bootlicker!"

Perceiving how things were raising, I chose to mediate. "This post isn't about Modi or Rahul," I illuminated. "It is a common, objective chicken that just crossed a pure street."