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Shut-Up They Said, You’re Hurting Our Feelings

Filed under: General — Dana @ 2:26 pm

[guest post by Dana]

Don’t mock the woke. Only approved targets of ridicule welcome:

Twitter has suspended and restricted a number of satirical accounts…Among those purged was Titiana McGrath, the woke caricature created by comedian and spiked columnist Andrew Doyle. Doyle was locked out of the account, which has been ‘temporarily restricted’.

According to the report, suspended accounts include the hilarious Babylon Bee (now restored), Jarvis Dupont, Guy Verhoftwat, Tolerance Police, Liberal Larry and Sir Lefty Farr-Right QC. All of the latter accounts remain suspended.

This strikes me as pretty rich coming from Twitter, which smugly announces:

The mission we serve as Twitter, Inc. is to give everyone the power to create and share ideas and information instantly without barriers.

Clearly the only reasonable response to this war on satire is…more speech, more satire and most definitely, more laughter at every political persuasion’s expense.


11 Responses to “Shut-Up They Said, You’re Hurting Our Feelings”

  1. We are to be perpetual children, always needing to be protected and nurtured by those that know better.

    Surrender now, heretics!

    Dana (292df6)

  2. Suspending those accounts during DNC Convention week could be someone at Twitter’s attempt to cut down on the ability of the sites to instantaneously snark at the DNC Convention. Which going by the opening night’s performances and production efforts, is eminently snarkable, even by amateur snarkers.

    John (b817f5)

  3. If you have never had Twitter, does Jack Dorsey make a sound when he collapses on his fainting couch?

    nk (1d9030)

  4. Good point, John. Timing is everything.

    Dana (292df6)

  5. “I wanna start by thanking Harvey Weinstein. Harvey … he is a wonderful human being, a good friend, and just a powerhouse.”

    —- Michelle 0bama, 2013

    Colonel Haiku (2601c0)

  6. Twitter has to be just about the worst thing that technology has produced. Every issue is boiled down to 280 characters or less. Problem is, life is more complex than that. It just reduces all discourse to the level of morons.

    (Of course, our dear President is a heavy user of Twitter.)

    Bored Lawyer (56c962)

  7. @5

    How dare you quote her past words! What are you, racist or something?

    Bored Lawyer (56c962)

  8. is to give everyone the power to create and share ideas and information instantly without barriers.

    Not wrong ideas, that someone might act on, in the field of medicine, as determined by the world Health Organization or maybe the Food and Drug Administration. after all, that’s a matter of life and death!

    Now religion is a different thing. They don’t worry about people making mistakes in religion because they don’t think God punishes them.

    Sammy Finkelman (db2a13)

  9. I have never used Twitter. All I know about it is what I read in excerpts in articles online.

    Heck, I don’t even text, and I’ll tell you why.

    Ten years ago, I flew my best friend, who now lives in San Francisco, to Dallas for a Cowboys game. He had never been to Texas Stadium, which I found somewhat amazing. Texas Stadium, especially the parking lot, where the crazy fans tailgated, was the place to be on football Sundays. Everyone in Texas knew that for a fact. I paid for everything–airfare, team hotel, game tickets, steak dinner at Ruth’s Criss, the works. And I told him on the shuttle as we were heading for the stadium, “You need to prepare yourself psychologically, because nothing you have ever experienced can compare to walking the parking lot at Texas Stadium with the Soothsayer.” (That was the screen name I used on the official Dallas Cowboys website and blog.)

    I told him this, because it was true. When I went to Texas Stadium, I wore a tailored silver suit, with black business shoes and belt, a white dress shirt, a royal blue silk tie and pocket kerchief, Blue Star cufflinks and lapel pin, an official Dallas Cowboys 5-Super Bowl silver watch, and a grey fedora (the exact hat worn by Tom Landry).

    It freaked me out the first time I wore that outfit and walked the parking lot at Texas Stadium. Hundreds of crazed fans asked me to pose with them for a picture. (I’m in a lot of photo albums, thousands.) The band at the Corral Club introduced me to the audience as the “Ghost of Tom Landry” and invited me up on the stage. Once, a cameraman for NFL Films asked me to pose by the bronze statue of Landry, and I made the highlights of the replay on the NFL Network! Yep, it was Tony Romo’s first official start against Peyton Manning and the undefeated Colts. Everyone, except me, thought the Cowboys were going to lose, get clobbered. I stood proudly beside the Bronze in the same posture. And the Cowboys won! I made the highlights of the replay of that game, for five seconds right before the commercial break after the first half. (Those NFL Film guys really know how to tell the story of a game.)

    So I told Joey, this is not going to be like going to a Cowboys game. You’re about to walk the parking lot at Texas Stadium with me, the Soothsayer, and you have to prepare yourself for what is about to happen. He laughed, like ‘oh, yeah, right.’ But sure enough, once we got off the suttle and walked the parking lot, hundreds and hundreds of crazed fans came running up, asking to take a picture with me. The band introduced me to the audience and invited me up on stage. He totally freaked out, but it’s not like I didn’t warn him. The Cowboys lost on that day, but it didn’t matter. I gave hundreds, thousands of crazed fans hope for a return to glory.

    Not to be outdone, the next year Joey reserved a luxury suite at a hotel in San Antonio and bought tickets to a Cheech and Chong concert. He called and said, everything is paid for. All you have to do is show up. I said, Sure!

    It’s about a four hour drive from here to San Antonio, so I packed up and left in the early morning. I kept getting these texts, like one every fifteen minutes. It was maddening. Finally, I got the hotel, and Joey said, “Dude, where have you been? I’ve been texting you for hours.”

    That deserved a backhanded slap to the face. “I’ve driving 70 miles an hour on a four lane highway surrounded by traffic. Do you think I can read or respond to a text?” “I just wanted to know where you were,” he said. That deserved another backhanded slap to the face. “What kind of stupid are you?! If you know the phone number to send a text to, you know the phone number to make a call to. Call me, and I will answer. But I cannot respond to texts while I’m driving down a highway surrounded by traffic.” “I didn’t know . . .” That deserved another backhanded slap to the face. “Where did you think I was? I was driving here, idiot. What kind of stupid are you?”

    I haven’t responded to a text since. Every text I receive is deleted unread as soon as it is received. I do not do texts. Anyone, everyone who knows me knows that, now. If you want to get in touch with me, give me a call; I will answer, or respond to a voice message. It’s the same number as a text message, for crying out loud.

    I will admit though that the Cheech and Chong concert was hilarious, and I’m thankful that Joey invited me. Even though I had to smack him a couple of times to knock some sense into him.

    Gawain's Ghost (b25cd1)

  10. Gawain’s Ghost,

    That was another fun read.

    You should follow the example of your grandmother, and write an autobiography. You clearly have the talent for it.

    norcal (a5428a)

  11. Twitter, Facebook, Wikipedia, etc, are all moderated by people who think Antifa is about free speech.

    Kevin M (ab1c11)

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