
A cunting for the awfulness of Elon’s X, formerly Twitter .
This site may have its detractors (despite them returning as if they aren’t too sure), and we might get carried away but at least there’s a structure to it, and the admins keep the vituperative outbursts below a certain point, with simmering egos soon shown the door.
Not so with Elon’s X, a platform so full of unhinged vitriol (on both sides), the brakes on abuse now off, ‘fuck’ and ‘cunt’ flying around, batted between users in what Youtuber Chris Williamson charitably calls ‘sardonic tennis’, the same levels of hypocrisy from the feral left; ‘#BeKind you spunk-sucking whorecunt’ if you’re a woman who doesn’t want to shower with blokes in wigs), Misogyny from the red pill police and Tate’s dude-bro cultists, Jew-hating (from both sides) that would put Miles in a distant amateur league, and the general lack of anything resembling an exchange between adults. Everything goes straight to snark or ad hominem attacks, ‘tell that to your 50/100/250 followers’ (at what number of followers is a point considered valid to these geniuses?), or strawmen ‘so what you’re saying is…’
Zzzz…
Nothing has changed. It’s the angriest site i’ve ever visited, and not even in an amusing way, with the added (dis)pleasure of increasingly violent and degenerate acts being shared in viral videos. The cat ladies are still there, filling their feeds with how much they ‘just fucking HATE MEN!’ blue hair and glasses , obese or all three.
It’s a grubby cyst in the consciousness of humankind and its purulence leaks into what now passes for ‘legitimate’ media.
The sad thing about it is so many media figures are part of -and fuel – its typhoon of bare-faced cuntery.
Even from a practical usage view it is impossible to keep track of a conversation you are involved in; replies are not apparent and nested in a logical way. It often appears that people are replying to phantoms, often with a comment about their photo (or lack of one) it really is the stuff of the playground, if that playground was full of miserable, embittered fiftysomethings.
All of this and the adverts dotted throughout, make it a pretty awful waste of my time.
Nominated by : Cuntamus Prime



