Thread by @ThyConsigliori

10 November 2020 #MAGAanalysis

The Law of Welcome

I was interrupted yesterday, by a suspension of access to my account for breaching Twitter's standards. Even if I were able to suppress my anger and bile, I still cannot finish it.

I discovered I am unwelcome.

https://twitter.com/ThyConsigliori/status/1325762368714969106

2) Please don't comfort me. I know that you, my friends, welcome me. Your welcome has, until now, been a thing a profound joy and deep honor. I have never failed to note it, or failed to respect its fragile nature. I know I must always be a worthy guest of yours.

3) Those that of you that know me, will understand that my first flash of instinctive rage was just to close down the account and have done. But as I know myself, I note such emotions, allow them to pass, and think cooler thoughts soon enough.

4) In fact, if it weren't for YOUR welcome, I would have made that decision. I still may. In any case, my next steps will be orderly. I have created a tremendous amount of content, here. My first step, should I be allowed by the Twitter Overlords, is to safeguard that content.

5) I arrived, recently, to a place of technology joy. I have grown in my skills, but more in my mindset about technology. The virtue of disciplined organization is also a new dedication for me. These two laxities on my part joined together in failing to log my content properly.

6) I hope I may have sufficient time to address this failure and correct it. I am fully prepared to accept my loss if I do not have that time. I've seen what they've done to my friends and the devastation and damage their behavior causes. I am ready.

7) If I do have that time, I will faithfully report my progress to you, and offer guidance as to how you may freely access all my analysis. I hope to organize it in an easily searchable format in case you wish to follow some of the various topics I've worked on over the months.

8) Before turn to the Law of Welcome itself, there is another legal topic to attend. An accused has the right to hear and face his accuser. And, a sentence may not precede adjudication. Here's the screenshot I took of my notification of sentence against me.

9) My account has been locked, eh? Well, if actually is MY account, how can anyone lock it without asking me. So, they clearly do not mean what they say. It is NOT MY account, it is theirs to dispose of as they wish, at any time and in any way that they wish, for any reason.

10) They have determined that I have violated the Twitter Rules. Note this, it's important. They - whomever or whatever they are, perhaps an algorithm? - have determined. Have determined. They never asked me. They never warned me. I had no part to play. Hmm.

11) Having determined this by whatever mystical, magical, censorship rites and rituals completed behind closed technical doors, they also determined that 12 hours in the Twitter Penalty Box might adequately inform my future compliance, should I be so wise.

12) They must imagine me grounded in my techno dorm room, licking my wounds and ready to return a subdued and submissive, newly minted and fully compliant supplicant at their ever gracious and generous hands. Please, Sir, may I have some more Twitter time? Please?

13) In that very vein, a kind promise is proffered. After 11 hours and 59 minutes I will be able to unlock my account. A mere 12 hours grounded to my room, the Twitter Penalty Box. I'm only sidelined for a mere 12 hours, just to get my attention, right?

14) But Note: I may need to complete some additional tasks to resume using Twitter. Duly chastened I eagerly awaited my notification of the holy steps to climb on my knees in order to regain the Twitter Overlord's blessing upon my lowly endeavors here. Count the moments...

15) Surrendering with humility, here was the one and only step I had to take the knee for.

16) Walk it out. I was locked out by a Twitter Star Chamber for reasons unknown to myself at the time. My sentence was 12 hours of lock out. At the stroke of metaphorical midnight, I was informed I have two options. I may bow the knee or I may appeal.

17) I may appeal to whom? Why the Twitter Support Team, of course. And, should I be so resistant, I may click and learn more. Tenderly understanding my adolescent likelihood of resistance, these are the proffered steps. Or, on the other hand, I may self-censor.

18) My friends, if you have not read Orwell's 1984, you mighty well best do so.

I forgive him his 36-year miss. Follow the strange logic:

1984 = 2020

en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nineteen_…

19) When you read Orwell, this is the ultimate point he makes. Your submission is the one and only great objective of your kindly brother, The State. Big Brother will certainly look out for you, all you must do is surrender your mind and will. It's great deal!

20) So, what did I do? I hit the "Remove" button without hesitation. I complied. I self-censored. I surrendered, if not my mind, then of course my will, without a moment's notice. I saw it. Read it. Complied. That fast. Well...I snapped a screenshot first, of course...

21) And now we come to my experiment in rebellion against the Twitter Overlords. I may NOT get back to the topic of The Law of Welcome if they again lock me out, here. If they don't, I will return to it. What comes are to the objectionable statements, one at a time.

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1) Anomalies

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2) Statistical Impossibilities

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Other Perceived Problems

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4) Affecting Declaration of Winner