I upvoted because I definitely see the irony of it, but I’m gonna play devils advocate for a second. The town crier has to be in town to spread the word. It’s crappy, but it seems to be a commonality for some people that probably regret that reality.
Yea, I agree it is the nazi bar. But for some goofy ass reason, businesses and people like this lady feel that they just have to be there to accomplish whatever it is they think they’re going to get out of it. That’s the gist of what I was saying.
My housemate is still on Twitter because of horse racing. She wants to get the last three race tracks in California shut down for good. Unfortunately all the people who are pro-racing are on Twitter, so if she shoves statistics and death rates on Mastodon or Bluesky they won’t see them. They like the Nazi bar and aren’t going anywhere else.
I upvoted because I definitely see the irony of it, but I’m gonna play devils advocate for a second. The town crier has to be in town to spread the word. It’s crappy, but it seems to be a commonality for some people that probably regret that reality.
Let’em rot until they realize they are rotting.
Twitter isn’t the town. It’s the nazi bar.
I mean, the country reelected the traitor Nazi, I got bad news about the twn and Nazi Bar.
Yea, I agree it is the nazi bar. But for some goofy ass reason, businesses and people like this lady feel that they just have to be there to accomplish whatever it is they think they’re going to get out of it. That’s the gist of what I was saying.
My housemate is still on Twitter because of horse racing. She wants to get the last three race tracks in California shut down for good. Unfortunately all the people who are pro-racing are on Twitter, so if she shoves statistics and death rates on Mastodon or Bluesky they won’t see them. They like the Nazi bar and aren’t going anywhere else.
I don’t think she still has her checkmark though.
She don’t gotta pay for it.
actually, the way twitter likely works is that you have to pay for your posts to not be suppressed. the game, of course, rigged.
Dig the handle, pard.