On What Twitter Is & Why I’m Fine With Never Coming Back
Editor’s note: I’m still tinkering around with some website organization issues, but I didn’t let that stop me from writing up a short essay about the sinister nature of Twitter and why I don’t miss it, over on my always free-to-read Patreon blog.
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Have you ever spent any time thinking about what Twitter really is? No, of course not, that’s the kind of question nobody who is actually using Twitter ever gets around to asking; and I’m really no different than anyone reading this in that respect. Of course, in light of Jack Dorsey and his increasingly omnipresent platform giving me the boot on Christmas Day, I’ve had a lot more time to ponder that question recently and it’s made me realize that perhaps being permanently suspended from a propaganda “Death Star” isn’t such a bad break after all. You see, far from being a mere chat program, I’ve come to more fully understand Twitter’s role as a vast and altogether quite sinister influence market; a company whose real business model is literally the unregulated dissemination of propaganda on behalf of the wealthy and powerful. As has become all too common in the later stages of a dying Pig Empire, the public has been encouraged to understand its own relationship with social media in an inverted, or ass-backwards way; find out more by reading Why I’m Doing Okay Without Twitter in My Life on my (free) Patreon blog.
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Why I’m Doing Okay Without Twitter in My Life
- nina illingworth
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