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Why I left Twitter

If you’re reading this after a link you clicked on Twitter (which is doubtful as that platform generated very little traffic for these blog posts or podcasts) you may be surprised to learn that I am no longer on Twitter. Yes, I retain an account and that automatically uploads these posts that I make directly on the website. But if you plan to reply on that platform, please save your time and attention. I will not be answering.

I’ve come to the end of my Twitter tether. The more time I spend on that platform, the more absurd my position seems. I don’t want to legitimise the big tech companies. I left Facebook years ago. Likewise, I rarely use Google. I avoid YouTube at all costs. In truth, I have popped back there a couple of times since they started their purge of ‘views that differ from the legacy media narrative’. Every time I have gone back, I find myself increasingly frustrated by adverts and the mendacious algorithm. It’s a last resort, as opposed to the go-to source of videos it once was. Ah! The wonders of YouTube in its infancy. When the unrefined algorithm threw up all sorts of gems for those seeking some nuance in their outlook.

But that’s another story for another time. Twitter is now the focus of my ire. “Why?” I hear you cry in my egoistic imaginings. “Why what?” I reply. Why did I return to Twitter? Why have I left again? What has Twitter ever done to me? Well, in short, very little directly, but plenty indirectly and surreptitiously.

I first left Twitter after the Brexit escapade, realising that shouting into the digital void was doing little to improve my life. It was the result of numerous spats that managed to rile up passions in me, but it was no path to physical or mental emancipation. When I began the Mountain Views Podcast, I thought it would be a good platform for promotion. I opened a new account, setting myself some basic ground rules: Don’t get into spats and arguments. Only use it as a tool to assist me. Only use it on my desktop browser. The latter rule I stuck to. The others, not so much.

The truth is that if we want to change this world, we need to do so through positive, real-world action. Manifesting our creativity in the physical world, which requires two key components; our time and our attention. These life currencies of actual real value are precisely those one squanders when using Twitter.

Twitter gives very few opportunities to engage in positive reality. It gives a platform for one to link to creative endeavours, but arguing with Julia Hartley Brewer in a tweet she will never read or respond to, does not cut the creative mustard.

In a short space of time, I found myself acting as though I was an authoritative political commentator, weighing in with my considered opinion. All in service of ego, with very little else to show for my investments. I found Twitter and its seductive little red circles would milk my dopamine gland for all its wares, resulting in actual deficit to my life.

My desire to see people tacitly agreeing with me, via a like here, or a retweet there, was the hook, but then I would spend literal hours crawling through my feed, either agreeing with my echo chamber or disagreeing with the latest outrage to affront my liberty. Notice the alchemy here. By engaging with Twitter like this, I am not writing, doing the day job, taking the dog for a walk, spending time with family, reading, learning or playing. I’m sitting, and I’m either mentally grinding or fawning for red dot approval. Woof, woof Pavlov. My currency is being spent, but I’m getting nothing real or positive in return.

In essence, I have been taking part in my own personal demise. I imagine my grandchildren:

“What did you do in the last great battle, Grandpa?”
“Well, I agreed the fuck out of things, and sometimes I shook my metaphorical cyber-fist at accounts run by people paid to stoke deliberate division and controversy.”
“Is that why we live in this gulag, Grandpa?”
“Yes, it is kids. These were the hard-won freedoms I helped claw back from the technocrats, and it’s all thanks to me writing a witty retort that Dick Delingpole only went and bloody well ‘liked’.”

But it’s not just my own human ineptitude. I doubt I’m the only one who falls into the time vacuum, ashamed of what a powerful driver of actions my own dumb ego is. I get the feeling that Twitter is psychologically designed to do just what I have described. In fact, this TED talk video from 2017 demonstrates that these big tech corporations are far more insidious than we give credit for, when using their platforms. That video is four and a half years old. Imagine, the lightening march of tech progress in that time. These sleek, fast and psychologically savvy websites are designed to keep us physically sedentary and mentally inactive.

Case in point. This post. If I was still on Twitter, I can guarantee I would be doing that and not writing this. Within 16 hours of leaving, I’m 100% more productive. And if I was on Twitter now, what would I be doing. I can’t tell you exactly, but I guarantee it would be difficult to get off and concentrate my time and attention on something else. I would feel slightly deflated, and I would check back every 5 minutes for another red dot fix. The sum result would be slightly diminished self-confidence and disappointment that I should have done more today.

Then there’s the censorship. We all harangue and wail because Darren from Plymouth has been removed. #ReinstateDarren. Why not just leave the stupid platform. They clearly don’t care about free speech. Why are we appealing to them, as though they will suddenly realise the error of their ways and reform in reaction to a barrage of tweets from a wave of potential unpersons?

The character limit is a restriction that also stifles debate. The platform has honed the pithy comeback, but it is no replacement for the town square debate of the Socratic age. It is an equivalent self-flagellation as me attempting to persuade my dog of the importance of the nuances of social convention during feeding time. Twitter is a platform insufficient in scope. It is a where there is no space to explain, let alone avoid logical fallacies.

There are lots of great people and great information shared on Twitter (albeit until it gets censored). But there are many good and complex people in the real world, who we could be engaging with to bring an end to the real-world problem we are facing. This is where Extinction Rebellion and Insulate Britain excel. The column inches they generate are done so through real-world action, with ensuing debate thereafter. (In fact, the debate doesn’t actually exist. The action is the cause, everything after is the effect, and the agenda is set. Why would they care about our tweets. They are a safety valve, devoid of any real action.) Many people opposed to tyranny seem to prefer to make their stand from the comfort of their iPhone.

All the time we are on Twitter, with our digital pitchforks, we are MAKING MONEY FOR THEM. They are actively monitoring our posts and profiling us. That profile is tied to other email addresses used on different platforms. Twitter sells data to third-party agencies who build comprehensive profiles of who we are, what makes us happy, sad, motivated etc. At best, they target us with advertising, at worst their profiling is nefarious. Don’t take my word for it. Explore episode 65 of Tragedy and Hope’s Peace revolution podcast. Pay particular attention to Stephen Rambam’s lecture on the post privacy age we live in. The YouTube link is in the show notes, but the episode, and all episodes, are worth listening to in its/their entirety. Again, this lecture was posted in 2012. Where are we 9 years further on?

It would be a strange military strategy to tell the enemy where you are, what you’re doing, your likes, dislikes and passions. Is it any wonder we are in the condition we are in? If there is a secret cabal intent on global control, which seems increasingly certain, they must be laughing all the way to the central bank. We are truly our own worst enemies.

So why have I left Twitter? Because I reject this New Normal, but I also reject the old normal too. I want to live in a better world for me and my family. I want to wake people up to the ugly, misshapen truth that we have all been conditioned to accept as our powerless reality. If I am to have any effect on my goals, I need to initiate some causes. Sitting passively whilst at the behest of my emotions while I cash in my time and attention for dopamine buttons is not going to change a thing. If you genuinely want to change the world in a positive direction, remove yourself from Twitter. Then use that same currency to make a real-world change.

40% Spike in Google News Articles Where People “Died Suddenly”

Correlation does not necessarily mean causation, but it is interesting to note that there has been an almost 40% spike in news articles since containing the search term “died suddenly”, in comparison to the previous year. That year, lest we forget, was the year when we suffered several waves of a deadly virus.

Remember the sudden deaths of all those poor souls in Wuhan, where a camera just happened to catch their untimely demise?

Why did some Wuhan pneumonia patients suddenly fall to the ...
Citizens of Wuhan “died suddenly” from the deadly virus, shortly before the WHO declared a pandemic.

Remember also that the UK vaccine rollout began on 8th December 2020. We still have another month of data before a fair comparison can be drawn. But the figures already indicate that there is something not quite right. My search results showed that between 8th December 2020 and today’s date, 8th November 2021 the number of articles containing the words “died suddenly” cited by Google News returned 119,000 results. Compared that to the previous year, when apparently there was no cure for the deadly virus, the same search term between 12th December 2019 and 8th December 2020 returned 72,200 results. A near 40% spike.

So how do we account for this? We are told the vaccine is working. We are told that the number of Covid deaths is diminishing, along with the number of infections.

The Government’s official MHRA Yellow Card reporting scheme for suspected vaccine injuries reports 1,739 fatalities relating to Covid-19 vaccines up to 1st November 2021. This figure would appear on the low side when there appears to be so much anecdotal evidence that the medicines are not as “safe and effective” as first sold. Further anecdotal evidence points to ignorance amongst the public that such a scheme to record such deaths and injuries even exists.

This is no coup de grâce in respect to proving vaccine safety, but it is another interesting correlation and coincidence in a long line of them. Doubtless it will not be the last as long as we permit this dangerous and sinister ‘Scamdemic’ narrative to perpetuate.

Unite For Freedom Protest Rally

Thousands of people came out on Saturday 29th August to protest against government restrictions against life, liberty and livelihood.

Trafalgar Square to Parliament Square 29th August 2020

Thousands of people came out on Saturday 29th August to protest against government restrictions against life, liberty and livelihood. The resounding message was that in the face of increasingly illogical and irrelevant government mandates, targeting the general populace, a voice of opposition to these draconian measures shall be heard.

Organisers estimated that attendance was around 35,000. Not a bad turn out considering there has been almost no media publicity in the lead up to the demonstration. A stark contrast from the ‘Anti-Brexit’ protests of 2019 (Ah, remember Brexit!) which received wall to wall coverage on the mainstream media outlets in the lead up to the big day. Predictably, corporate media coverage of the protest was bias against protesters, implying an organisation of fringe nutters putting right minded ordinary law abiding citizens at risk.

But the truth of the focus of the ire was evident for all to see, for those that care to look. On the Saturday of the August Bank Holiday Weekend when London would ordinarily be heaving with tourists, restaurants and pubs overflowing with clientele, museums and galleries queuing round the block, the great city lay disquietingly still. The only discernible noise was the din of the protesters cheering speakers, drowning out the oppressive police helicopter surveying the jubilantly waving crowd.

And what of the nutters, the crazies, the loons? Did they attend? Amongst the throng of the maskless unsocially distanced crowd there was a glimmer of the ‘old normal’. Remember that?

I popped over the road to the Tesco Metro to buy some food. The line of people queuing, all gloriously naked faced. The only government compliant shoppers were two police officers buying their lunch also. They were masked but notably not handing out tickets to the proud unmuzzled majority. From this juxtaposition against the so called ‘new normal’ came the realisation: Perhaps these people attending this rally aren’t actually the nutters. Perhaps the madness is far more widespread!

These after all are the people who have the will to disregard authority when it tells us that it knows what is best for us, while it drives businesses to bankruptcy and the isolated to suicide. Or when we are being told we must comply to keep the vulnerable safe, while compulsory ‘Do Not Resuscitate’ orders are placed on the elderly in care homes and care homes are bribed to take Covid patients. Or when we are told that we must protect the NHS so it is not overwhelmed for a few weeks, then 6 months down the line the NHS is so damaged by Covid-19 policy it cannot provide care for 15 million people in need of vital treatment.

These are the people who are questioning the statistics, challenging the mandates and calling for ‘normal life’ to resume. They are not telling people to get used to a ‘new normal’, to be fearful and to sacrifice freedom for safety. In the face of the insanity of our so called ‘world leaders’ this gathering of like minds was a spirited cry for freedom, sanity and for the rule of reason to prevail.

On the way home we passed through the Westfield shopping centre in Shepherd’s Bush to collect the car. The number of mask wearing consumers was probably equal to those in attendance at the protest. It reaffirmed that the protesters message is still well beyond the majority. Yet compare the numbers to the 500 or so who attended the first protest at Hyde Park Corner on 16 May 2020. Take heart, the movement against the Covid-19 madness is growing fast. Fear not, for you are not alone.