Devon Staples: FARCEBOOK PUTS A FACE ON "STUPID"

Here he is, your Poster Boy for "July 4th Fireworks Moron."

Thanks to Devon Staples posting plenty of pix of himself on his FARCEBOOK page, cruel people all over the world are having a good laugh about his death.

Yes, all the media has to do is put a "FACEBOOK" credit in the corner, and laugh, laugh, laugh.

Why ask his next of kin for a dignified photo, or pay an agency? Ha ha ho ho hee hee.

Every year there's at least one fine story about noisy, idiotic, reckless shit-for-brains fools who HAVE to set off fireworks, and end up maimed or dead.

BOOMLAY BOOMLAY BOOMLAY BOOM! (I quote Vachel Lindsay)

Oh, big surprise. Some drunken kid decides to put a rocket on his head and set it off. And the morons around him didn't do anything about it.

Some of these United States allow people to buy fireworks legally. The attitude is, "They'll do it anyway, so why don't we get tax revenue."

Maine legalized fireworks on Jan. 1, 2012. Gosh, it only took three years for a fatality. Any word on how many hands were blown off, or eardrums destroyed on the four July 4ths of Maine's dumbass decision? Maybe the "New York Daily Times" would tell us? Hmmm. Never heard of 'em. They're probably as sloppy as The Decider, Inquisitr and Huffington. They probably just recycle shit and run "polls" and provocateur pieces on the "Top 10" disco tunes of all time. Taking an hour to contact Maine's health or police department for some stats would be too difficult...for people who either aren't being paid or are such dipshit Millennials they don't know how to do research.

All they know how to do is quote from some other newspaper account, and use the same FARCEBOOK photos everyone else does.

The papers missed a bit of pathos, by the way. On Devon's Farcebook page, he has a photo of a pretty ugly dog he apparently owned. Some reporter could've mentioned "Awwww, he left behind a puppy that loved him."

Too bad Devon the numbskull became a no-skull. Too bad the Fourth of July has degenerated into the second most obnoxious "holiday" of the year (with New Year's Eve being tops in drunken loud idiocy).

IF I'M BEING HONEST, I'd be for legalized fireworks in all 50 states if MORE of the noisy jerks who bought them blew themselves up.

"WE ARE DEVO..." Oh. No no. "We WERE Devon..."

One creepy-odd thing about FARCEBOOK, is that if you want to know more about some ordinary guy like Devon, who ends up a tragic statistic, it's ALL there.

Just read his FARCEBOOK entries and you know what he was about. You'll see where he mentioned being "in a relationship" only to say, a few entries later, that he needed a texting buddy. Then there's his feeble news about "becoming a Disney character" (ie, an idiot walking around in a costume in the sweltering Florida heat). Later on, you read that this job is in the past tense and he's apparently now unemployed.

You can see that he's a fairly decent looking guy and he's posing with a few chicks who probably aren't related to him, but his entries are not too bright or interesting. Sad to say, he was living the kind of loser-life that would lead to a fatal "call-attention-to-me" stunt like putting fireworks on his head.

Thing is, anyone wanting to be an amateur sleuth and doing a "Citizen Kane" bit on some person, is likely to have no problem simply by going to FARCEBOOK. This is especiallly true of Millennials who put their photos, their life stories, their relatives, and everything else about themselves up for everyone to view. As if people who take a look don't wince at how pathetic it all is.