I’ve got to start writing that article about Internet and social media censorship, can’t put it off any longer because the deadline looms.
If you’ve been banned or suspended from Twitter, Facebook, Google, whatever, or censored in anyway, I’d like to hear about it! Your experience matters. Don’t worry, I’ll disguise your identity, they won’t come knocking at your door.
Point is, they haven’t just been going after big fish. They want to silence all of us. All of us who don’t bow the knee to their Far Left Crazy Baal.
And it’s time to push back!
If you’ve been banned or censored, tell us about it in a comment anywhere on this blog.
Those of you who are fans of Joe Collidge–I do hope I’m talking about more than four or five people here–will be delighted to know that this week Joe has survived the Facebook censors and can thus reach another half a dozen readers.
I still don’t know why Facebook chose to stifle him last week. After all, he’s on their side. Joe Collidge is, I dare say, the authentic voice of the Left, whose insights are indispensable to anyone who wishes to understand progressive thinking.
I hear Nancy Pelosi wants to lower the voting age to 16. Don’t you think 14 would be better? Or 12? Joe was going to weigh in on this issue today, but I guess it slipped his mind.
Can these guys get me past the censor?
So Manny, Moe, Jack, and Osgood are playing poker, and Osgood draws three cards to make a full house, aces and queens. What a hand! He’s going to win big, because all the other guys are in on this pot, raising each other back and forth until Manny and Moe drop out and Jack makes one more raise–a big one. And Osgood doesn’t have the money to cover it.
Meanwhile you’re sitting in the back of the room reading what Rush Limbaugh had to say about the college admissions scandal (https://www.rushlimbaugh.com/daily/2019/03/12/white-hollywood-leftists-run-giant-scam-on-major-universities/).
“Well, Osgood, are you in or out?”
“Oh, I’m in!” says Osgood. “I’ll put up my master’s degree to cover the bet.”
“Your master’s degree? What’s that worth?”
“A lot! I’m still payin’ for it, twenty years later.”
“What’s it a degree in?”
Osgood’s chest swells with pride. “Superhero Studies, dude! From Humbug University.”
He places the diploma on top of the big pile of money in the center of the table.
“I’m out,” says Jack. “I can’t match that.”