I deactivated my twitter account this morning. Ten years and nearly 14K tweets into the experiment, it was time. I thought about doing it yesterday and hesitated, deciding to sleep on it. This morning it was clear what to do, and I killed it before I left for work this morning. I felt a little sadness, having made some friends and gotten some good laughs. It may still be the best place to get breaking news, if you’re willing to accept the possibility that early reports have a lot of variance in them.
But mostly I felt relief. As the preferred communications platform of the fascist takeover, it had become a source of anxiety for me. Seems like more than half of what I was seeing there was reaction to the latest chaos tweet from the Führer-”elect”, and any amount of filtering to prevent that neutered the rest of the content to the point of meaninglessness.
And any counter-response to any of that risks death threats, which is ultimately the reason I choose not to associate myself with that platform any longer: they are completely uninterested and unserious about dealing with hate speech and threats of violence. Pepes and eggs by the millions search for keywords or replies, and upon finding them promise to rape you to death with no fear of retribution at all. They might even dox your kids for a laugh. The ones who do get their accounts suspended can create new ones in seconds and pick right up where they left off, all while the anarcho-libertarians who run the place cry that to do anything about it would violate free speech.
Eat shit, Jack Dorsey. I mean that from the heart.
None of this is to judge those of you who will stay there. We all have our reasons and our tolerances. If we’re friends, we’re friends. This is something I had to do for myself and I make no proscriptions for others.
In the meantime, I’m reinvesting in my RSS reader and feeds to get my news and sports fixes, and refamiliarizing myself with various blogs and other forums for analysis/discussion. I subscribed to NYT, WaPo, and the Tribune to support their reporting. I’ll probably be a bit behind, but I lived the first 40 years of my life that way and survived just fine.