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I was kicked off Twitter a couple of days ago for this tweet to Chris Brunet (whose ‘stack exposing shenigans in academia and financial reporting is well worth reading).
This time I didn’t get the option to delete the “offending” tweet and yes, I would have. Please, no lectures about standing up for free speech. My 96-follower account doesn’t matter in the grand scheme of things, the noble fight for free speech. That said, I would have put up the same words in a screenshot after deleting, and if that earned me the boot, them’s the breaks.
But yeah, my first option would have been to delete, if that had been available. In any case, I didn’t have the option and I don’t care. I think I am benefiting from the Twitter break. Scratch the word “think,” I am certainly benefiting. You see, a week or so ago, I began to cycle into a horrific depression (i.e., seeing things clearly) and Twitter’s nowhere to be when depressed.
With me, the first symptom of depression is crankiness. I began to tweet cranky stuff like this:
If I hadn’t been depressed I’d have accepted philosophically that this the way Twitter is, and moved on. People with over a thousand followers post rhetorical low-IQ questions that their chump followers answer to get noticed. (Karen’s tweet got 843 views, 8 retweets, 1 quote tweet, and 35 likes.)
And every day, the same stale cud chewed over by the same Tweeters.
I’m better off away.
Anyway: don’t say “tranny” or “troon” on Twitter.
That’s all for today.
For what it's worth I now check my Twitter account once a day and spend about 10 minutes on the site. It's truly boring