“We’re gonna be the instance for everybody! Not you. Not you. Not you either. Ew. Not you. Who let all this riff-raff into the room?”

Between that and the constant downtime, this account might be short-lived.

Hilarious, after the tortuously long road Xenia took to get there.

What the fuck did Elon buy, at this point?

He fired the employees.

He threw out the code.

He yanked plugs on the physical servers.

He forgot to pay for the virtual servers.

He started rent protest for the office space.

He deleted the brand the way Malcolm X deleted his surname.

If he’d just started a Twitter competitor, with blackjack and doxxing, the only difference would be that Twitter was a bit quieter.

If he’d bought Twitter, the hellsite, and then burned it to the ground as a weird flex, the only difference would be slightly more people using Mastodon.

And in both cases nobody would know he’s a complete crybaby. We’d just harbor strong suspicions.

Hewlett-Packard is just an unhinged ad campaign for Brother.

Educated fascists abound.

Not that anyone should take you seriously, with that inane conclusion. ‘Oh, arresting kidnappers? Like the kidnappers did? No thanks.’

Politics being genetic, of course.

What?