Rose's Cantina

When I was a little kid, my mom used to drive me to church and drop me off. Really, I just wanted to go to Sunday School, but part of me hoped that a wee bit of God would rub off on me while I was sitting on that hard and slippery pew. I've always wanted to believe in God. Always, always, always. There are days I do. Like when I see a newborn open its eyes for the first time. Or when I witness a beautiful sunrise. Or when somebody finally beats the Williams sisters at Wimbledon. Yes! But the older I get, the harder it is for me to bat down my gut which is not jiggy with the spiritual world at all. Take yesterday. Yesterday, an unmanned train destroyed a Quebec town. Egyptians had their heads blown off. A plane came down in San Francisco killing a couple of people -- luckily not Sheryl Sandberg who took another flight with her points, as she tweeted breathlessly yesterday. I'm okay! Thanks Mark Zuckerberg! Where was God when all this was happening? Was God...

I can't help feeling a little bit of smug satisfaction at the plight of Facebook which is currently getting creamed in its offering to the public. Like most have nots, I'm always delighted to see the mighty fall, the Masters of the Universe take a faceplant in a pile of dung. It's been a hard week for the social networking site which is watching its stock and image go into free fall. Over at Kodak, with the loss of its patent case against Apple, et al, I'm sure they're feeling about the same. The chemical giant is going the way of the do-do bird. And Facebook, once a media darling has become the stinky kid. I don't know a lot about the stock market, but I know a couple of things about people. Some people are arrogant materialistic bastards who buy stocks, then day trade them without any commitment to the company. But most folks still buy into companies because they believe in them. And not many people are believing in Facebook these days. I don't...