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I don’t like to indulge in sour grapes. Let’s revisit that old expression from Aesop’s fables, to restore some of the force to a phrase that’s now cliché:
Driven by hunger, a fox tried to reach some grapes hanging high on the vine but was unable to, although he leaped with all his strength. As he went away, the fox remarked ‘Oh, you aren’t even ripe yet! I don’t need any sour grapes.’ People who speak disparagingly of things that they cannot attain would do well to apply this story to themselves.
Unplugging from The Matrix
You might suspect me of a “sour grapes” reaction when I say that Twitter did me a favor by kicking me off two weeks ago. I spent ten years building up to 12,000 followers, which spiked to 28,000 in a week after standing up for Sidney Powell here at The Stream. Then I lost it all by offending the strange gods of Transgenderism.
You might recall that I wrote here how the Transgender lobby is the richest racket on earth, funded by a small cabal of white male billionaire perverts. These men indulging the fetish of autogynephilia pour their cash into a cause that’s destroying women’s sports, endangering women worldwide, and aimed at destroying all our mammalian institutions.
Obsessed billionaires can hire a lot of online indignation, who can send many complaints to Twitter’s already twitchy team of censors. I’d already ticked off Twitter by defending Kyle Rittenhouse, and speaking loudly about the 2020 Election Steal, even writing the parody song “Biden, Did You Know?” that Eric Metaxas performed, which got banned from YouTube. It didn’t take much of a straw to break that camel’s back.
Life After Twitter
Continued below.
I Kissed Twitter Goodbye | The Stream
I don’t like to indulge in sour grapes. Let’s revisit that old expression from Aesop’s fables, to restore some of the force to a phrase that’s now cliché:
Driven by hunger, a fox tried to reach some grapes hanging high on the vine but was unable to, although he leaped with all his strength. As he went away, the fox remarked ‘Oh, you aren’t even ripe yet! I don’t need any sour grapes.’ People who speak disparagingly of things that they cannot attain would do well to apply this story to themselves.
Unplugging from The Matrix
You might suspect me of a “sour grapes” reaction when I say that Twitter did me a favor by kicking me off two weeks ago. I spent ten years building up to 12,000 followers, which spiked to 28,000 in a week after standing up for Sidney Powell here at The Stream. Then I lost it all by offending the strange gods of Transgenderism.
You might recall that I wrote here how the Transgender lobby is the richest racket on earth, funded by a small cabal of white male billionaire perverts. These men indulging the fetish of autogynephilia pour their cash into a cause that’s destroying women’s sports, endangering women worldwide, and aimed at destroying all our mammalian institutions.
Obsessed billionaires can hire a lot of online indignation, who can send many complaints to Twitter’s already twitchy team of censors. I’d already ticked off Twitter by defending Kyle Rittenhouse, and speaking loudly about the 2020 Election Steal, even writing the parody song “Biden, Did You Know?” that Eric Metaxas performed, which got banned from YouTube. It didn’t take much of a straw to break that camel’s back.
Life After Twitter
Continued below.
I Kissed Twitter Goodbye | The Stream
