AN UPDATE ON MY TWITTER SUSPENSION
I don’t miss Twitter. Not at all.
On 16 December, Twitter suspended my account. Abusive behavior, they claimed. Because I called a Trumpster (Charlie Kirk) a “face twat.” He reported me.
I pled guilty.
A few weeks passed. Then, I forwarded an appeal to Twitter stating that I was wrong and I’d learned a lesson to dial back on the attacks. I was completely sincere about my apology and expected Twitter would keep me in the penalty box for a few more weeks or perhaps a month or two, and the let me back on.
Well, Twitter ignored my first appeal, and then ignored by second. Then, the third. Frustrated by them ignoring my appeals, I gave up, despite having built up 11,000 followers with no real effort to market or build a base.
Then yesterday, Twitter finally replied by sending me a form letter by email stating thier policy and that my ban would be PERMANENT. A death sentence. So, all the thousands of posts and followers are erased — forever.
What’s odd is — now, in retrospect, I don’t really care. Being suspended from Twitter for the first few weeks bothered me because I like having the extra reach of posting articles and promoting ideas. It helped me build traffic. But after 2, and then 3, and then 4 weeks passed I didn’t even give Twitter a second thought.
Now, nearing mid-March it’s been nearly 3 months and I’m completely off of Twitter. That’s certainly freed up some lost time and dialed down the rage that’s so common on that social media sewer. Who knows — Twitter might have done me a tremendous favor.
So, for those who messaged me why I no longer post on Twitter, that’s the explanation. I’m done with Twitter and have no regrets.
Oh, and since I’m banned — FUCK YOU, TWITTER.
Oh, and since I’m banned permanently, Charlie Kirk does look like a face twat. Here, you decide.