It was enough of a dumpster fire before it got all musky. After it got the preputial gland the edgelords became MOR and there was no arguing past their mechanical circle jerk of atavism.

I was on the fence about leaving…I didn’t use it very much to begin with, but it was useful for checking in on bands for whom Twitter was their preferred social media.

But the day that I read that Twitter was considering accepting Lone Skum’'s offer to buy it, I immediately deleted my account. Whether he ended up buying it or not, the fact that they’d even consider his offer told me all I needed to know. Twitter had become such an essential tool for so many oppressed people across the globe that for them to even entertain the idea of selling it to that pompous, no-talent cunt in order to enrich their shareholders was enough to hasten my exit.

That being said, once that sale was made…while I’d have preferred to see $44 billion go to the working class instead of a bunch of wealthy shareholders, I am much happier seeing it split up instead of remaining in the coffers of a bigoted fuck billionaire whose own kid disowned him. Fuck him.