Twitter Sells Out

I’ve been cross-posting this blog to Twitter for years, but that ends today. You probably know why: Elon Musk bought the platform. That means Trump will be back, and generally speaking, it will without doubt become a less desirable or comfortable place to be.

I have fond memories of the time I spent on Twitter with author AJ Rose and other friends. We were role-playing live, and besides being great fun, it taught us to write on the fly and sharpened our skills. When that inevitably ended, I drifted away, and I’ve never fully returned. Now I never will.

I know he’s given millions to charity, and he could be a really nice guy, so why am I so divided about my impression of him? Because I lean more toward him being an asshole than anything else. Maybe it’s the rocket stunt, and his idiotic competition with Bezos. Maybe it’s because his parents were so rich “we couldn’t even close the safe door sometimes, there was so much money in it.” There’s not much to admire about someone who inherited so much wealth. He was lucky enough to be born to wealthy parents. Too bad we can’t all say that.

I don’t admire him, and I’m deeply suspicious of his motives whenever he does something worth reporting.

That’s likely an unfair prejudice, but I’ve been made bitter by a lifetime of financial struggles. The class system never really went away. Kids born to rich people are rich, and unless they do something stupid, their kids will be rich, too. They get to enjoy a life the majority of people on the planet never will, and it ticks me off. And it’s not like I didn’t work hard. I did, and I have nothing to show for it, because the system favors those who already have money and doesn’t do much for the rest of us. We don’t have tax loopholes and massive investment portfolios and off-shore accounts… and why would we need them? We usually make only enough to pay the bills. If we’re lucky.

I often feel my life was wasted. That I could, and should, have been so much more, but lack of money held me back. Couldn’t afford to go to college. Never earned more than $38K a year. Never traveled as much as I wanted to as an adult: never saw Greece or Great Britain or the Caribbean. My life is littered with “nevers.”

I’m watching the world fall apart, day by day, and it’s so damn depressing, I hope I die soon. My dad made it into his late 80s, and my mother finally died a couple weeks short of 94, so chances of me living as long are pretty good. I haven’t even eaten meat in forty+ years, and I quit smoking decades ago.

Was I stupid or what? Everyone knows eating red meat and smoking contribute to cancer, and I sidestepped that! My current vice is drinking wine and an occasional scotch. I never get drunk. I barely get tipsy; I just like the taste, and I get sick of water. So the chances of killing my liver or kidneys are really low, too.

But I really don’t want to be around for the next two decades. It’s going to be brutal, gruesome, likely bloody, and I’m too old to fight back. So, all you young people who want to survive, when it comes time to break into my trailer/car/cardboard box for my canned goods, I’m gonna force you to shoot me first, ’cause I’m more than ready to check out. Enjoy that organic soup!

On to the photos! Because I still take pictures, though my outings have been infrequent lately. Took this one early this morning. A green heron was fishing in the stream.

Cute little gray catbird.

Blue jay, of course.

Lastly, a rat snake that lives in a friend’s house, in an aquarium. I love snakes. I wish I saw more of them on my travels.

See you next time. Remember, if you’re coming for my soup, bring a gun. 😉

About Fenraven

Fenraven lives in central Florida, which reminds him of Wisconsin and Minnesota. Find him on Twitter and Facebook by searching on 'fenraven'.
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3 Responses to Twitter Sells Out

  1. jeffbaker307 says:

    Twitter will be less without your pictures!

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