I got banned from Twitter yesterday for seven days. I had broken a rule they have. This was an experience I am familiar with, this thing whereby a clearly idiotic institution gets high-minded and puts me in my place. I am, let’s not forget, a product of the British Public School system – and I was invited to leave the school because I smoked cigarettes at the age of 18 in a in a local town and the Headmaster’s wife saw me. The Headmaster was a raging alcoholic but he and his wife dressed well we went to church and rules are rules.
Twitter took issue with my suggestion to the vile monster Donald Trump that he “eat shit and die.” It was a suggestion but Twitter, if I understand this correctly, said I was inciting hate and harm. It makes you think. Well, it makes me think.
First and foremost, I was inciting nothing. Then let’s consider the demonstrable fact that “east shit and die” is an established phrase in the English language. I wasn’t saying I was going to force Trump to swallow feces before I killed him.
Anyway, Trump can stay on Twitter and foment hate and division, threaten democracy itself, and stoke racial division. But this is the way the world works. Twitter, which is a platform that has no problem with hosting the profiles of sex workers, racists, nationalists, fascists and so on, judged me and said I had broken its rules.
Good. It is my duty to break Twitter’s rules. I would be ashamed not to have at least tried.
All of this is being recorded. And I am recording the recorders.