A smirking asshat who loves Trump? Imagine that. Martin Shkreli, the alleged human being who became famous in 2015 for raising the price of a vital AIDS drug by 5000% and has refused to go away, ever, got himself kicked off the Twitter machine this weekend, and now all the Trumpkins and Tweeter misogynists are sad. After all, Shkreli was merely harassing
No one 'needs' Twitter. It is a mindless waste of cyberspace foisted upon those who insist on embracing every new thing, regardless of merit. Something else will eventually replace it in the never-evolving world of anti-social media.
I know. I have an account because it's fun to tweet to comics I admire and even get a laugh out of them. My cat has an ongoing correspondence with Ricky Gervais's cat, for example, and a comic I really love, Andy Kindler, who is also a night owl, will often tweet back to me if I write him something wry and cynical enough. I also follow our neighborhood group, and our local traffic lady and weather guy, and even our fire department (I live in L.A, and it's useful to know what all those copters are up in the sky about, or what's going on up in Griffith Park just now with all the emergency vehicles, or how the traffic is on the freeway, or even just what restaurant is coming into the empty space down on Franklin (Mexican)).
But God forbid I tweet "I support you" to, say, Shannon Watts (she of Moms for Gun Sense or whatever it's called), or Target for its bathroom policy. I get called a cunt, a lowdown whore, attacked, abused--I don't know HOW anyone in the public eye manages. It's utterly disgraceful and appalling that the asshole millenials who run Twitter couldn't, say, have a policy such as "you can't call people cunts, or kikes, or suggest they die in the ovens, just because you disagree with them." I'm not even getting into what happens to black women on Twitter. It's loathsome and disgusting that Twitter doesn't stop it. They could, but they won't. That's what's so disgusting.
Actually, I used to think that (and still do, to a lesser extent). But seriously, lots of people and organizations use twitter (and instagram) as a means for advertising--so being on twitter is a job requirement. My side hustle with the fitness industry relies a whole lot on fitness models and up-and-coming athletes tweeting endorsements of this or that fitness supplement, and if they want to be a sponsored (paid) athlete they have to have so many twitter/instagram followers. We might think that the "social media" stars like Kim Kardashian are vapid little airheads, but they sign contracts to push products on twitter. And this is the same thing for anybody in media, from celebrities down to local tv newscasters. Even my grad school's public relations office and a few of the academic service offices manage twitter feeds. After the Leslie Jones affair, I can't see why any organization would risk exposing their people to anything like that.
Please, please, puh-leeeezzz! Five minutes alone with this low-life, chickenshit, little cocksucker in a small room. I just want to "talk" with him about manners. Yeah, talk. That's the ticket.
Goes farther back than that. I like Buddy Holly, but his "That'll Be the Day" was emotional blackmail and Jerry Lee Lewis's "It'll Be Me" (1957) is clearly a stalking song. Good Beat, though.
Well, if you hear somebody knocking on your doorIf you see something crawling across the floorBaby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you
If you see a head a-peeping from a crawdad holeIf you see somebody climbing up a telephone poleBaby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you
I'm gonna look on the mountain and in the deep blue seaGonna search all the forests and look and look in every tree
Well, if you feel something heavy on your fishing hookIf you see a funny face in your comic bookBaby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you
If you hear a thought calling out in the nightIf you see somebody hanging from a lamp post brightBaby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you
Well if you see somebody looking in all the carsIf you see a rocket ship on its way to MarsBaby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you
Gonna look in the city where the lights are blueGonna search the countryside, and all the haystacks, tooWe'll, if you see a new face on a totem poleIf you find a lump in your sugar bowlBaby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you
That is some dedication.
... that boy really is desperate to reclaim the title of "Most Punchable Face", isn't he?
No one 'needs' Twitter. It is a mindless waste of cyberspace foisted upon those who insist on embracing every new thing, regardless of merit. Something else will eventually replace it in the never-evolving world of anti-social media.
I hear ya, it sounds very relaxing.
p.s. regarding the inaug, Martin, be there AND be square:)BTW, that's Barron Trump in15 years...
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I'll go out on a limb and bet it has something to do with the difference in budget between Wonkette, LLC and Conde Nast, Inc.
I know. I have an account because it's fun to tweet to comics I admire and even get a laugh out of them. My cat has an ongoing correspondence with Ricky Gervais's cat, for example, and a comic I really love, Andy Kindler, who is also a night owl, will often tweet back to me if I write him something wry and cynical enough. I also follow our neighborhood group, and our local traffic lady and weather guy, and even our fire department (I live in L.A, and it's useful to know what all those copters are up in the sky about, or what's going on up in Griffith Park just now with all the emergency vehicles, or how the traffic is on the freeway, or even just what restaurant is coming into the empty space down on Franklin (Mexican)).
But God forbid I tweet "I support you" to, say, Shannon Watts (she of Moms for Gun Sense or whatever it's called), or Target for its bathroom policy. I get called a cunt, a lowdown whore, attacked, abused--I don't know HOW anyone in the public eye manages. It's utterly disgraceful and appalling that the asshole millenials who run Twitter couldn't, say, have a policy such as "you can't call people cunts, or kikes, or suggest they die in the ovens, just because you disagree with them." I'm not even getting into what happens to black women on Twitter. It's loathsome and disgusting that Twitter doesn't stop it. They could, but they won't. That's what's so disgusting.
Actually, I used to think that (and still do, to a lesser extent). But seriously, lots of people and organizations use twitter (and instagram) as a means for advertising--so being on twitter is a job requirement. My side hustle with the fitness industry relies a whole lot on fitness models and up-and-coming athletes tweeting endorsements of this or that fitness supplement, and if they want to be a sponsored (paid) athlete they have to have so many twitter/instagram followers. We might think that the "social media" stars like Kim Kardashian are vapid little airheads, but they sign contracts to push products on twitter. And this is the same thing for anybody in media, from celebrities down to local tv newscasters. Even my grad school's public relations office and a few of the academic service offices manage twitter feeds. After the Leslie Jones affair, I can't see why any organization would risk exposing their people to anything like that.
Mine tried. They failed.
OR DID THEY?
https://m.youtube.com/watch...
Please, please, puh-leeeezzz! Five minutes alone with this low-life, chickenshit, little cocksucker in a small room. I just want to "talk" with him about manners. Yeah, talk. That's the ticket.
Looking at all the Shkreli stuff, I'm struck by how much it resembles what you'd expect from a socially awkward middle schooler.
Dr. Feelgood's holding out hope for that one.
Isn't he kind of short for a Stormtrooper?
Goes farther back than that. I like Buddy Holly, but his "That'll Be the Day" was emotional blackmail and Jerry Lee Lewis's "It'll Be Me" (1957) is clearly a stalking song. Good Beat, though.
Well, if you hear somebody knocking on your doorIf you see something crawling across the floorBaby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you
If you see a head a-peeping from a crawdad holeIf you see somebody climbing up a telephone poleBaby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you
I'm gonna look on the mountain and in the deep blue seaGonna search all the forests and look and look in every tree
Well, if you feel something heavy on your fishing hookIf you see a funny face in your comic bookBaby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you
If you hear a thought calling out in the nightIf you see somebody hanging from a lamp post brightBaby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you
Well if you see somebody looking in all the carsIf you see a rocket ship on its way to MarsBaby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you
Gonna look in the city where the lights are blueGonna search the countryside, and all the haystacks, tooWe'll, if you see a new face on a totem poleIf you find a lump in your sugar bowlBaby, it'll be me and I'll be looking for you