We all know of the power of social media. I’ve heard our generation will likely produce the first president who grew up with a Facebook, interestingly enough. Through social media sites like Facebook, you can connect with the globe at the click of a button, share your life story (despite whether or not I want to read it) and remain in contact with all those losers that you were friends with in high school (yeah, that’s right, I’m talking to you.)

But I’m not here to debate the importance of Facebook or all of its implications for history’s most self-indulgent generation.

I’m merely here to recount something I stumbled across while on Facebook.

Of course, for the purposes of this expository blog, I’m always searching for people, places and things to be cynical and disdainful of. And one day, while looking for things to talk about (one might consider this Facebook stalking, but I’m not going to define it) I chanced across something I knew I wanted to blog about.

Among the millions of groups that exist, ranging from ‘Support Haiti’ to ‘I wish Howard Spodek had Never Been Born’ exists a particularly enlightening group to the modus operandi of Generation Me.

Prepare yourselves. Drum roll………….

The group is entitled ‘i love my daddy but i really love my daddy’s credit card!’

I invite you to notice the lack of correct capitalization. And no, I did not add that exclamation mark for my own personal benefit. That was all The Creator’s doing. The accompanying graphic is the one that appears on the page. Feast your eyes on the mind-boggling potential of social media sites like Facebook.

In the immortal words of that song we love to sing in church at STA, ‘go make a difference,’ my friends, and let the world know that ‘u luv ur dady but u rly luv ur dady’s credt crd mor.’