Monday, January 11, 2021

Trump's last stand

 Trump's breach of social contract with twitter and other platforms of social media is thick with irony. None of this is real life. People lie all over twitter all the time. What makes this different is that the norms changed not based on social discord but the entitlement.

Twitter rewarded Trump with a brand within a brand. It is a war of attrition but not an entitlement that can be shared. On the first part twitter is an unofficial document. On the second part the user assumes no liability of the first part being twitter terms of use.

In theory Twitter as a social media model accounts for Donald Trump's use of its platform. It is a battle of entitlement which is not shared. Therefore from this standpoint Trump is monkey in the middle. Twitters terms of use were violated as Trump's lies were in direct conflict.

Trump cannot make believe that social media factors as an insurance policy when things go wrong. It is an ontological belief that the shared experience of a social media platform should be taken for granted. The truth is that none of this is actually true.

Trump's assembly of tweets is not real life but mistook the regulations involved in terms of how the medium became a tool designed to profit his own political agenda. Twitter was Trump's breach of conduct. Trump cannot defend what isn't true. The lies are in perpetuity.

To say twitter finally assumed responsibility for Trump is where Trump went wrong. Linearly Trump made all the wrong choices leading up to his downfall. It is in breach using ones position of power as President, given rights & freedoms to coerce others into using opposite force.

For every action their should be an equal or opposite reaction. This is the law of nature.


Superb cause


 False prejudice in this vortex of emotions....


I actually don't know what I presumably know.

One gunshot... into the night sky....

And the silent death of sacrifice.

The inarguable force of reality

 Does the spirit end.

This merciless toil of life.
In the face of it lies a dark depleted spark.
As if a key to unlock the secret to a frozen heart.

Then it is so to ask...

Does not the spirit end...
If not in two equal parts.
One human.
One divine.
The other only thing left is: spirit.

The ultimate paradox...

Is beauty in charge of the observer or is beauty to the observer in its control.

Like you are out of touch with the world but in touch with everything else in it.