Prodded by my No. 1 Son, I joined Facebook in 2008, albeit reluctantly (“Such as Facebook,” September 30, 2008). My reluctance only grew with direct experience, and many of my friends were aware of it (“Fuck Facebook,” May 28, 2009). In the end, I abandoned the social network a bit less than two years after I joined it (“Fuck Facebook, For Good,” August 18, 2010). I followed all the instructions made available by the social network back then, but I failed to pull out completely. It was clear that Facebook was not eager to lose valuable members. The more members, the greater the wealth of its founders. Ever since, the social network has kept claiming that I am its member still, which has annoyed me no end (see, e.g., “Ranko Bon is Not on Facebook,” January 23, 2013; and “Ranko Bon is Not on Any Social Network,” June 17, 2014). Having had my fill of the ongoing travesty, I ended up by asking my No. 1 Son to help me with the technicalities. Quite a pro with the Internet, he did. To my amazement, it took him only a couple of days to clean up the mess. Many thanks, my boy! According to the last message I got from Facebook, my account it now scheduled for permanent deletion. Surprisingly, though, they will start deleting it in thirty days exactly. During that period, I will be able to copy and save anything I wish, which does not even cross my mind. At any rate, I will not be able to access my account any longer after thirty days. Hooray! Good riddance, Facebook! Good riddance all social networks, too!