This often comes in the form of multiple tweets with long, boring, and self-centered explanations for why their conscience cannot allow them to continue to exist on the platform.
I also noticed that some people only realized the immorality of Twitter after they were told there was a problem. Here’s the situation: They’re waxing and preaching about something they know very little about, and then all of a sudden someone posts a message they don’t like.
Others claim that the site’s owner, Elon Musk, has concocted a subliminal virus that is secretly turning unwary people into racists, transphobes, and Islamophobes. Of course, designer progressives don’t want to be seen as endorsing any of this, so they distance themselves from Twitter/X by describing it as a “hellscape.”
This is so that no one can doubt that they have not actually approved of “Hellscape” and are only posting it very reluctantly.
And then when social upheaval like the British race riots occurs, Musk is accused of conducting an orchestra of hatred by allowing a few bad people to act in a nasty and cruel way.
Now it’s not enough to just ignore Twitter/X as a “hellscape” – they need to abandon the “hellscape” lest they become infected too.
It doesn’t matter one bit that many of those who take part in the seasonal “Grande Flounce” have, in recent years, organized virtual firing squads to marginalize and harass those who express their opinions, sometimes even demanding that these people lose their jobs and be removed from high society.
Lost in the mail
I post on Twitter/X very occasionally because I’ve reached a stage in my life where I’m not as sure of my stance on some issues as I once was. I’m in awe of the many people on social media who speak eloquently and truthfully about various issues as if this is the final word on the matter. I wish I had that kind of confidence.
That being said, I find Twitter/X to be a very uplifting environment. This week I saw footage of a snake and a crocodile having a square-off in a river, and the commentator was describing it as if it were a boxing match.
I’ve seen someone rescue a baby goldfinch and then ask for advice on what to do next. Sometimes I’ve seen orcas solve complex algebraic equations in their heads or organize food banks for less fortunate or orcas with addiction issues.
My favourite Twitter/X accounts are The Cultural Tutor and All The Right Movies. Last week The Cultural Tutor told me that the most expensive athlete in history was a Roman charioteer called Gaius Apuleius Diocles, whose lifetime winnings were worth £15 billion.
All The Right Movies posted a great thread about the behind the scenes mayhem and mayhem that occurred during the making of a great movie.
Police Scotland appeals for Twitter/X’s help in finding missing people at least once a week.
On my timeline, life-affirming, joyful posts, like footage of Deep Purple and Led Zeppelin playing early concerts in Scandinavia, outnumber the cruel ones by ten to one.
And if I feel like shouting at someone or just want to be cheeky, I’ll go onto one of the many Celtic accounts I follow and watch some old videos of Kenny Dalglish and the Lisbon Lions.
Cybernut nonsense
I have also noticed that (at least on my timeline) it is usually the SNP puppets who are the first to get angry and declare that they are sick of the “hell scene” – the same ones who will accuse you of being a Yun or a Red Tory at the slightest criticism of their party or Nicola Sturgeon.
(Image: Jane Barlow)
They will don their ushankas and kefirs and jump into any geopolitical fray, but only after seeing who else is involved first. Many of them do, but remain silent even when it becomes clear that their parties have become “hellholes” for sexual abuse, and that women’s complaints of harassment and violent threats are routinely ignored.
The SNP hierarchy has become so used to their opinions not being questioned that they grow indignant when unshaven Scottish rank-and-file party members use their social media platforms to criticise their elected politicians.
Before the advent of social media, Scotland’s political elite were shielded from harsh criticism by their newspaper’s letter editors, who kept only the most polite and learned few in their study. Glasgow’s G12 Gendarmerie now routinely use the word “fascist” to dismiss anyone who doesn’t fully subscribe to their psychopathic self-righteousness.
They appoint themselves judge, jury, and executioner, and consider themselves the sole arbiters of the nation’s morality.
There is no room for logical discussion with them, no debate, no right of appeal, and in this scenario I believe it is only one group that is behaving like fascists.
Employee Benefits
Next Saturday afternoon I’m being interviewed onstage at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe, and I’m ashamed to have written this, having sworn I’d never take part in this middle-class self-righteous brouhaha.
As the interviewer was my long-time friend and colleague, Graham Spiers, I decided to make an exception.
On top of that, the organisers agreed to make a small donation in lieu of my entry fee to For Women Scotland, a fantastic women’s and children’s rights campaigning organisation.
I don’t feel like giving any more details because the ticket price is a bit too high for my taste, and I can’t guarantee it will be worth the expense. You’re welcome to come, but I wouldn’t cancel any important plans.