I discontinued participation in the old social media things a couple of years ago: Facebook (I'm old but not moribund) and Instagram: I was pretty sure all the whore-like young women contacting me were on a frolic of their own, and I was unwilling to join them and since that had become pretty much the whole Instagram experience, it was easy for me to cancel (discontinue) a useless digital appendage.
I have assumed that my attention span is too long for me to use Tick Tock, so I haven't even tried.
I did like Vines, though; back then.
But I never got around to discontinuing Twitter.
I kept thinking about so doing, but Twitter was my last mass social media conduit for my occasional blog posts.
So I kept it.
I never tweet.
I just post posts from my blog.
Those aren't tweets.
But in the brief period before I close the Twitter Tab after posting whatever it has been that I have wanted to post I am assaulted by various acts of sex, violence, sexual violence, or Grok sex fantasy that are there on the site itself.
As I click that I really do want to leave the site I have a deep and abiding urge for a stiff shot of scotch.
The imminently first trillionaire is a pervert.
Seems to be a trend.
I guess Pam Bondi was fired so - donnie must have thought - Congress couldn't subpoena her and make her talk about Epstein under oath.
And then there's that war thing.
The 77.3 million can't seem to get it: incompetence fucks all of us.
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