Yep. I'm am totally with you op.
Got sick to death of seeing terrible images plastered all over the place.
The ones that bothered me were ones such as 'Every like this gets, means another punch to the person who did this...' and alongside would be a horrible photo of a beaten and bruised toddler.
Or another example are the cancer ones 'Like this if you hate cancer'.
Ok, for one rhing 'liking' on Facebook is doing nothing for the fight against cancer. How about putting 'donate a pound to cancer reasearch, if you' so on and so on.
Secondly, if I dont 'like' it, does that mean I like cancer?! I just dont get the point of it!
That aside, the image of a poor child laying in a hospital bed, clearly ill and going through chemo, (which tend to be the sort that accompany this ridiculous pages), has come from somewhere else on the internet, from an archive or a hospital website. Being misused by some weirdo that gets a kick from posting them on Facebook.
Its not about raising awareness, those images and pages haven't been created by the family of sais child or cancer reasearch themselves. Its just sad people with nothing better to do than find the most distressing image they can and show it to others.
But, ya know the worst thing, people fall for it.
People like my auntie. Kind lovely, mother of three. Thinking that by posting all these photos and slogans on my newsfeed, is her doing a good thing, and contributing to that million pounds that that charity will receive from Facebook if it gains however million bloody likes.
As you can probably tell, this darker side of Facebook (if you will), has been an issue for me for sometime. So I took off my account. I dont want to be associated with the haywire morals of Facebook. I dont believe in censorship, I think its a sticky road to go down. But when photos of a mother breastfeeding are taken down, yet the widely controversial 'dead baby jokes' and similar vulgarities are allowed to stay, im not sure where faveabook prioties and ethics lie.
And my how liberating it was to be off it. I dont miss at all.
A week later my sister was sat on Facebook, and up popped that extremely distressing photo of the baby you talk about op. Real or not, that's not what Facebook was supposes to be about.