This website has been a shitty shitty road. It only generates headaches. Yet I persist and persist to try and make it into something.
Yesterday was a real bad day for the website. It took me a lot of learning and experimenting to fix the bugs. And once I got those bugs all ironed out, what happens? I get fucing banned on Twitter.,
To say I was devastated would be an understatement. I was absolutely soul-crushed. I felt like throwing in the towel. A website like this needs Twitter to get people to it. Without it I’m kind of just whistling Dixie in the dark.
I read online that appealing a ban on Twitter was a useless endeavor, and once you get banned, you’re basically banned forever. Still, I appealed.
And guess fucking what? My ban was revoked!
I have no idea why I was banned. I have no idea why my ban was rescinded, But I wept tears of joy and said a prayer of benediction for Elon Musk, his children, and his children’s children.
It was at that moment, that I realized that I was experiencing something akin to what the Iraqi Ba’aath party members who survived Saddam Hussein’s party purge experienced.
If you are not familiar with Saddam’s purge here is an overly simplified recap:
One day, Saddam Hussein, told all the people in his government and his political party to gather around for an important speech he was going to give. Not knowing any better, all the government men and party members went to go hear Saddam’s speech.
It turned out that Saddam’s speech wasn’t so much a speech, but more of a reading of names off a list. The names on the list he read corresponded to certain individuals who were present in the room. If Saddam read your name, you were then ordered to leave the room, and banned from the party and LIFE– forever.
When the reading of the names was finished, all those who escaped Saddam’s ban hammer rejoiced, clapped, and wept tears of joy.
It’s exactly what I felt at having my Twitter reinstated. God Bless Elon Musk. Savior of our kind. A king among kings. Long live his name. Long live his line.
“Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother”
And oh yeah, here’s some porn:
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