Twitter (currently known as X)

[Coach]

Please stop talking about Twitter. I Tweet and like it.

[spike]

I found that informative, even though I will never need that function.

[Coach]

I found that informative, even though I will never need that function.

Thank you, Spike.

[BurtReynolds]

[Farmer John]

I just blocked Elon and I'm feeling pretty smug about it.

[Bi_3]

Terrible plan. I get everyone is blocking advertising but this will lead to torrents of abuse

[B]

They brought over the worst feature from Facebook. When you unmute a video, ALL videos are unmuted until you mute them again.

[BurtReynolds]

How does this make you feel?

[VinylGuy]

is that from The Descent?

[Bi_3]

This fucking guy...

[BurtReynolds]

He is right of course.

[warehouse]

of course he's right, he's rich lol

what a clusterfuck this whole buying twitter thing turned out to be. shocked lol

[BurtReynolds]

He's a dumbass as often as he's right, but he's on the right path:

[dad]

i love this so much.

[dimejinky99]

Haha
X downloads in the App Store have fallen through the floor, so they’ve added ‘Formerly Twitter’ to the description, and it still isn’t working.
Love to see it.

https://mashable.com/article/x-formerly ... -app-store

[Bi_3]

So is Elon buttering up sexlaptop or negging AOC here?

[B]

So is Elon buttering up sexlaptop or negging AOC here?

3 million immigrants in the Biden Administration is a lot, but it's still 2 million less than entered the US in the first 3 years of the Bush Adminstration and 4 million less than Trumps first 3 years.

https://usafacts.org/state-of-the-union/immigration/

[Bi_3]

I suspect you are conflating legal and illegal immigration and that has nothing to do with Elon throwing game

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[bart]

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