Well, she’s right you know. It’s not about a particular person’s tweets. It’s about them paying $44 billion to be able to tweet what they want. Crap, did I just say his tweets? I mean his exes. Wait, not his ex-wife exes, his x’s. No wait, not the children he’s had that he’s saddled with x’s in their names. I mean his ex-messages. I mean wait, not his ex-messages like his former messages, I mean his X messages. The one he makes currently. On the platform that he bought for $44 billion dollars. That everyone still calls Twitter.
Because Elon Musk paid $44 billion to buy Twitter, he can post whatever the hell he wants, but if I write the word “cis” or “cisgender”, it’ll get flagged as a slur. Got’cha.
Think of it this way, if you go into a crazy person’s house, you might have to put up with the way he takes his own feces and smears them all over the walls, trying to draw pictures with them, all the while leering at you and licking his lips.
But if he hears you fart just once, you are kicked out of his house because that’s disgusting. And you’ll have to leave because it’s his house.
I tried going to x dot com, but I couldn’t find what everyone is talking about!
Meanwhile in a land Down Unda, Twitter’s law-talking-guys are having a little trouble explaining their “Zero tolerance unless the pedo is the boss’ friend” policy on CSAM.
At the very bottom of the article:
Definitely a rebrand that is going well!
What a fucking shit show.
Don’t know why I can’t stop laughing at this.
Nick Pickles, the head of global government affairs at X
This remind me of the scene in The Dark Crystal when the Skeksis are dining and one chucks something onto the floor and says, “Disgusing!”
Y’all are very critical of these changes, finding them exasperating. But aren’t y’all forgetting that Musk is a star-bellied sneetch?
One thing that’s now obvious is that, as I think I and many others predicted, Elmo has in no way “stepped down” as he promised to do. He continues to be the same wrecking ball he always was, and Yaccarino’s only presumed function – if she has any at all – is to try to boost advertising revenue. And since that’s essentially impossible under the circumstances, she has no actual function at all. I wonder what she does all day?
Paces, stares out the window, and wonders how her life came to this?
While watching her bank balance increase.
Also, tweets jargon-infested platitudes in praise of Elmo. And, I rather strongly suspect, she’s exploring her famously extensive network of industry contacts – not in search of advertisers, but in search of decent employment.
And she’s probably getting tired of hearing “what the hell were you thinking?” when in pursuit of new employment.
I get one or two notices of tweets I might be interested in from accounts I follow, and they’re sent thus:
X (formerly Twitter) info@twitter.com
snort I used to own a horse known as “Nick the Magnificent Pickle.”
Elmo claims to have spent 3 hours in an MRI machine (you know, a completely normal and reasonable amount of time to be exposed to high power magnets and 120 decibels of background noise) before discovering an unknown medical condition that’s UNFORTUNATELY going to force him to put off that fight he was totally serious about having until the molly wore off.
It took them that long to find something? Get well soon, Elon!!
So his mommy told him he couldn’t and now he has a doctor’s note.
What next? He can’t because it’s his dad’s custody weekend with him and he can’t get out of that?
It shouldn’t take that long for an MRI to find a few bone spurs.