Debates, Meme’s, and My Wall

Some of you may have noticed I’ve pretty much stopped going onto other people’s walls and commenting on their political and religious posts unless I know them well, or I see some jackhole abusing them. If you know me at all you know sometimes I have to make a herculean effort not to call out stupidity when I see it but in the end, I think it’s for the best.

How did this change happen?

A couple of months ago I finally lost my ability to roll with some of the asinine statements my so called friends were making. A friend of mine since Junior High School who I disagreed with on a lot of things and who I regularly debated with crossed the line. It wasn’t about the presidential election, it wasn’t about religion, and it wasn’t about any of the other issues I normally have strong feelings on. It was about the Flint Michigan water crisis. I posted an article and accompanying meme about how the Snyder administration ignored all warnings and appeared to have willfully dismissed the dangers.

My so-called friend lost his shit.

He went on a rant about how it was no one’s fault in particular or that it was equally everyone’s fault it happened. He used every headbutting right wing tactic he could and showed his ass to the entire world, or at least to my Facebook wall.

So what did I do? Did I go on the attack? Did I post one of the many articles savaging his position? Did I turn into a petulant child? Of course not, instead I quietly and without fanfare unfriended him.

Of course, he couldn’t let it go and sent me the most passive-aggressive, condescending, and a frankly sad private message I’ve ever received from anyone as an adult and then blocked me before I could respond.

Class fucking act.

Now we are nose deep in the 2016 Presidential campaign, and my social media feeds are clogged with political rhetoric. I’m fine with that; I post a lot of my political thoughts online, and I encourage others to do the same even if I do not agree with them, looking at you Dennis I love you, you polarizing old curmudgeon!

But here’s the difference between myself and a lot of assholes I know I post things they vehemently disagree with, but I don’t go onto their walls and feeds and treat them like shit. I may post a disagreement with them, but I am respectful of their views unless their views are nothing but hate then I just block them or unfollow them because I have little to no time or patience for morons.

That all said, sometimes I snap and call an idiot and idiot… I’m only human after all.



– Josh


Josh Hilden

When I was born on August 3, 1976 in the great state of Michigan the hills shook and the sky was swept with fire. These were portents of the greatness for my future that was written in the stars ... I'm still waiting for that greatness. My name is Josh Hilden and I am many things. I am a husband, a father, a son, a friend. These are all important things but at my core I am an artist and the medium that I work in is words. I am a writer of Horror, Science Fiction, Drama, and Role Playing Games. I worked for Palladium Books ( and Third Eye Games ( before striking out on my own and founding a small press publishing company Gorillas with Scissors Press ( I also work for Fat Goblin Games ( In the everyday world I can be found spending time with my family and friends. I have been married to my lovely wife Karen since 1996 and we have six amazing children. We tend to be a family of unabashed geeks and gamers who were geek before geek was chic. If you are really interested in me I am very active online with a personal and a writing blog along with a plethora of social media outlets. If you have any questions or just want to chat hit me up!