By MONTE DUTTON

Confound it. Suffering succotash. Great Caesar’s Ghost. Wee-doggie.

Someone has hacked my main Facebook. Bearing the name of someone with whom I went to school some 50-some-odd years ago, she – it could be a he posing as a she – has been messaging people and claiming (he, she, quite likely an it) I need money that I’ll pay back tomorrow. At least one fell for it.

I guess I fell for it, though I really don’t know. The impostor phoned me, but I didn’t answer.

I started another Facebook page because I’m locked out of the other, and it now has my name misspelled. I am not “Montee” Dutton. That is one of few ways my name has never been spelled.

So it’s a fresh start. Meanwhile, I have not yet been able to control what mayhem “Montee” is foisting on my unsuspecting Facebook acquaintances.

I have been sending some of you new friend requests. Some of you don’t believe them. I’m not begging anybody for money I’ll pay back tomorrow. Never will ask, and anyone else who does never will pay it back, I’m guessing.

I remember when folks wouldn’t do other folks that way.

I doubt I’m being scammed personally. Ain’t nothing much there.

I’m really sorry for any inconvenience. I’m really sorry for my inconvenience.

This is why we can’t have good things.

This is not what my daily blog was supposed to be.

Now I’m going to a remote location to scream vile profanities.

I do have two novels on the market that are for real, and they’re available at MonteDutton.net unless it’s been hacked, too. Maybe Trump mistook me for a classified document.