I’ve never been a rule player. That’s not EXACTLY right; I do enjoy PLAYING with rules. “Tell me the rules, and I cannot stop the desire to break them.”
When my son was growing up, I’d explain this proclivity of mine using a Tennis analogy. “Son, (I’d say), Tennis is a game with clearly defined boundaries. If you hit the ball and it bounces outside the line, that’s a violation, and your opponent gets to hit the ball next. Since the whole point of Tennis is to send the ball where your opponent cannot hit it back, an understanding of the boundaries is VERY important. The winning strategy in Tennis is to hit the ball very close to the boundary at a place where your opponent is not present. If you follow this strategy, you will score many points. Sadly, you will also hit the ball outside the boundary sometimes. You will have “broken the rules”. Deal with it – that’s part of the game.”
So, what happened with Twitter? I’m told I broke the rules for verbal violence. It went like this: I read a post that came across my feed (these are twitter terms that allude to farming – I never could understand why) . The post said the author was too lazy to diet and afraid to take drugs to lose weight and asked if there is a secret third option. Always being the one to help a fellow human reaching out for assistance, I responded thusly:
” Secret third option is 2 steps:
Step 1: Swear you reverently believe in reincarnation.
Step 2: Suicide.
Life answers can be simple when you keep an open mind! 🤨”
The next day later my twitter account was suspended pending an investigation and I had the option of deleting my “offensive” post or appealing the suspension. I chose to appeal on Free Speech grounds and my appeal was duly registered and I was told while the appeal was being investigated, I could not access my twitter account. I could, however, make all this go away by deleting my appeal and my original allegedly offensive post. I chose to answer that response by saying “If Elon was reading this, he’d probably fire your sorry ass.” Sadly, my response came back with the “this is not a valid email box and will not be read…shit.” So, there we stand. My appeal has been ongoing for 27 days now and I suspect Elon fired too deep into the ranks of pencil necked twitter geeks and therefore it languishes on a virtual desktop.
The good news: My life has gone on. I miss maybe 5 people in my “feed”. I could probably find them on Facebook or Instagram if I desire – but I haven’t. I do owe a BIG debt of thanks to the Carnivore Community on Twitter who changed the way I view food and helped me get some intelligence into my Diet and helped me lose 50 pounds and get a sensible view of what I put into my mouth. Of course, in the end, I was forced to resign from the Carnivore Community because of my insistence of combining Onions with my Liver – WTF people, Liver without Onions????
In the end, my twitter experience was positive. I suppose I knew from the get-go it would end this way – why else would I have chosen to NOT use my own name? No, Elon, you and your pencil necked geeks can do what you want with DonDiegoVega69, but THIS guy remains Kevin X. Kyle (no twitter account). Adieus Mi Muchos.
P.S. It’s good to be back
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