Twitting Quitter

I don’t want to quit Twitter.

I was there before Musk bought it, he should be the one to fuck off and drag his repulsive school bully face and his what the flu hernia of a gut and skulk away, shamefaced.

But addiction trumps conscience. And, pathetically, I’m addicted.

Twitter is now practically unusable. The algorithms tweaked so successfully by Apartheid Boy have rendered its timelines unstable. Every other post now is an advert for some messed up product from China to be shat through my letterbox by some exhausted Amazon driver. And what posts aren’t adverts for things you’ll either never receive or never love tend to be inarticulate yelps from bot farms in response to Musk’s favourite people – the radicalised online.

It used to make me laugh, keep me informed, present different opinions to my own and make me think about my own biases. Now it depresses me.

Reasons to stay.

1 – Like I said, I was a regular long before he bought the place.

2 – The friends I’ve made through this place that I fear losing contact with if I walk away.

3 – The audience, I quite like having made a few thousand people decide I was worth occasionally looking at.

4 – Not wanting to look like some inconsistent flouncer. Quitting Twitter, oh that’s good. You still using Amazon? Eat at McDonald’s lately? You’re either opposed to the genocidal planet wrecking cdeuntocracy that is the US of A or you aren’t? Etc.

5 – I’m addicted. Getting on for 200,000 tweets. I’ve spent actual YEARS of my life on this stupid site. Wouldn’t I just be swapping one platform for another?

6 – Now that Musk’s initial mission, getting the Rapist back in the White House, has been accomplished, many of the bots have been switched off. And suddenly I see that in the Musk Years, I’ve inadvertently been following actual people with terrible opinions. So, I’ve been enjoying sweeping those types into the metaphorical bin. Extremely cathartic.

7 – Gary Barlow’s Giant Son. Things like this don’t happen nearly enough now. So, when they do, it makes me feel a reluctance to walk away.

Reasons to go.

1 – If enough decent people go, maybe things will change.

2 – Can always make new friends.

3 – Can always build a new audience.

4 – Because you have to start somewhere.

5 – This could be the methadone to Twitter’s smack. Maybe I need it.

6 – I follow too many centrist scumbags.