To that end, I've signed out of X.com & removed the app from my phone and browser favorites. I don't want to formally close my account because I don't want to facilitate someone pretending to be *me*, but I also refuse to be party to anything that's going on over there in any way.
I just can't with a lot of this stuff. I won't.
UPDATE: I've also disconnected & deleted Instagram.
Its not a gaffe. It's back to back, clear as day Nazi salutes. And how does this not make sense? Did we not just watch the campaign Trump ran? Have we all not seen the antisemitism in MAGA? Feels like this is all we should be talking about tomorrow.
— Chris Murphy (@chrismurphyct.bsky.social) January 20, 2025 at 10:34 PM
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If you're wondering how it looked from where I sat yesterday, relatively safe up in the Northeast, this roll-up from Salon did a pretty good job laying it out in straightforward terms.
The truth is that I just don't get you anymore, and our one-time friendship from when we were younger... it feels like maybe the relevancy of this thing has passed. I'll always treasure the times that we had together, and I can accept that it's me and not you. But still. How are we supposed to get along at this point, and why do I always have to be the one to shut up and eat shit?
Plus, I confess that I am losing interest in social media writ-large. Again, this bit comes from that Salon article:
With that in mind, you probably won't even notice that I've cut you off. Which is fine. As I said, it's not you, it's me.
If you absolutely MUST follow me somewhere, I'll be here, and I'll be on Bluesky. I don't know that I'll post much at either place, but if you're looking, this is where you might find me.
If you're wondering, I have no idea what will happen to As For Football without social media support, but part of me hopes that we get to the point where we can fold it seamlessly. Or maybe I'll walk away and leave it to the other guys. I guess we'll see.
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