I deleted my last Twitter account yesterday. I hadn’t been using it, other than pushing the YouTube channel releases as appropriate and tweeting at a particularly awful local politician once in a great while.
I kept the channel around for storm chasing oriented notifications as well, but as I get to know more storm chasers, I’m discovering that quite a few of them are probably not the type of people I want to be around. Also, since Space Karen took over Twitter, the quality of all content on the platform has dropped to incredible lows. While I’m sure we can all agree that we live in a society in decline, I prefer to believe that Twitter is no longer a snapshot of society but only an amplification tool of the worst of us.
I don’t know if that last paragraph makes sense but I hope it conveys the thought I’m trying to share.
Two things happened this week that made me say, “hey, I don’t want my name associated with any of this” as I gesture around the dumpster fire called Twitter, or X, or whatever the heck it is.
- Space Karen appears to want a Civil War in the U.K. His constant tweets (Xcrements?) on the subject just became too much to see when they were forced into my feed for my viewing when I took a look at the content.
- Linda Yaccarino, CEO of the dumpster fire, made a video highlighting why Twitter is suing the advertisers that no longer advertise with them because surprise, surprise, there’s just something inherently bad about Disney not wanting to advertise next to tweets full of race hate for Kamala Harris or informational tidbits around conspiracy theories that the Holocaust was faked to get more money for the space race that never happened.
The stilted, overly dramatic, awkward video from Linda Yaccarino was the last straw for me. Along the lines of Katie Britt, the kitchen woman that delivered the awkward response to President Biden’s latest State of the Union speech in a weird baby like voice that occasionally oscillated and contrasted with her overly dramatic crying and aggressive “anger” voice, Linda delivers one inane comment after another as to why people and companies not advertising on Twitter are a threat to freedom of speech.
I’m convinced Linda Yaccarino would also be using that weird baby voice, which I’ve learned is called “FBV” or Fundy Baby Voice, if her vocal cords were built for it and her accent was a little less harsh. Perhaps she can go for Baby Voice Elocution Classes after raking all the advertising money they’re now going to rake in because why wouldn’t someone advertise next to videos of a person gesturing awkwardly and making weird noises and looking like a hostage held by Space Karen.
I decided to pick myself up by whatever moral foundation I have and say, “I’m not associating with this. I don’t want my name associated with this. I have no interest in this.” Besides, we all know Space Karen is doing this because he wants to swing the news cycle away from the successes of the Harris-Walz campaign. Muskrat is not getting enough attention.
I know, I know, for a man with no interest I sure have written a lot of words to say why I have no interest. I could go on and but honestly, it’s best for everyone involved.
Delete. Delete. Delete.
