A Case Of Unrealistic Expectations Of Conformity
Those who know me know what it’s like to be dead, know what it means to be sad, & sometimes they wish they had never been born. I admit I’m part of the reason they know & feel these things, but I’m just doing God’s work. You can’t really fault a guy for doing God’s work. Many people say so. Ask Franklin Graham, America’s favorite cracker.
As readers with regular bowel movements of this blog are well aware, I was temporarily suspended from Twitter not for storming the Capitol on January 6th, 2021, or for being a racist scumbag, but for posting a joke title suggestion for Ivanka’s rumored memoir on March 7.
The Twithead appeal process has thus far been the outrosteller & enjoyable experience one sometimes gets from overdosing on crystal meth. Try it. You’ll like it. Imagine if the play you are watching was actually about Godot waiting for Vladimir & Estragon to finish chewing their toenails backstage at a production of Hamlet in Beckett’s unpublished “Waiting On Godot With Anthony Bourdain!” You get the idea.
As I meant to promise in the post I never wrote about the benefits of embracing alternative margarine, whatever that is, here is my latest appeal to Twitter’s one-minute middle management.
How will Twitter respond to my latest attempt to mock their rules? Will the Antarctic ice shelf suddenly decide it has had enough & embark on a new adventure in lifelong learning leaving climate scientists dazed & confused? Will America wake up from its long nightmare of genocidal Capitalism to discover that it ain’t seen nothing yet? Does anyone really give a shit? If anyone really does give a shit, what do those assholes expect in return?
Questions, questions, questions, flooding into the mind of extinctifying young people stuck to the surface of their mom’s & dad’s toxic planet today.
Stay tuned for the next installment of: “Why Does Western Civilization Lack Decent Cave Walls?”
