What is there to talk about, smitty? He is an apartheid asshole born with an emerald spoon in his ass. Of course he wants to stomp out liberal rhetoric while pretending like it's the divergent viewpoint running contrary to the masses.

He is just so farking stupid trying this bullshiat now. And on a social media site no less. The tactic worked years ago when data was primarily shared via means from town criers up through weekly newspapers. Now? Data is a drug, the internet is a syringe, and we are all addicts walking around with computerized tourniquets on so we ALWAYS have a vein ready.

Twitter is not the singular, digital town square and he cannot control nationwide ideas and discourse simply by rubbing his herpetic junk on the code base and application gateways. Even before he tried to be clever as the personification of a 20 year old meme folks saw the miasma approaching and new services arose to take the Blue Birb site's place.

And that is a need that has become even more prominent after he hurt-hurried in the door and started chugging on fascist dick like it contained the serum of eternal farking life. His inflammatory rhetoric only served to chase away advertisers and get the company into more lawsuits than he can imagine. All while shaving more than 70 percent off the value of his single largest cash cow. Visitors, important public accounts, and (most importantly) advertisers are fleeing the burning boat in droves.

But still he pushes onward, like the pissy, entitled, delusional, idiotic, neo-Nazi man-child of privilege that he is.

/ I hope his syphilis stick falls off
// And his asshole grows shut