That’s been a bit of a scene, so I thought I’d give y’all a ride-along on what that’s been like...
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That is not a common occurrence.
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The guy has 80 million followers.
Once you debit out bots, at least some of them have to be real.
Several might not even be Russian.
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And a bunch of *other shit* you’ve posted gets read a lot.
Like 15 million times in a day.
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In total, I got 344,000 notifications yesterday.
And all of that makes your phone moody and distant.
You ask “Are you okay?”
And your phone gives you a chilly “I’m fine.”
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Trump made my phone upset. I’ll never forgive him for that.
I just want to hire a sitter, take my phone out to a nice dinner and really be US again.
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My eventual epitaph got a fairly sizable upgrade.
A person who was once a mere “Twitter rando” according to Rolling Stone is now “One of [Trump’s] biggest critics” according to HuffPo.
So, I have that going for me.
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huffpost.com/entry/trump-re…
Some very kind souls found the Ko-Fi link in my bio and put a few beans in my can.
Boom! Just like that I was sitting on $43 dollars.
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A tank of gas and a four-pack of Guinness.
I like to keep my assets liquid.
Thank you, kind souls. I will toast to you fourfold.
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Me of all people. A dude on a sofa. An unrelenting critic.
There is no reason whatsoever why Trump should have retweeted me.
And that made it hysterical. Hope you laughed as hard as I did.
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Thanks for enjoying it with me. I appreciate y’all.
And now I’m going to go have one of those Guinnesses, I think.
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