3 Apr 2018
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@Twitter And @BuzzFeedNews Working Together To End Free Speech
By : Twitter, the increasingly censorious social media platform, has blocked me from use for 7 days. They did so because I tweeted about Buzzfeed approaching me for an interview on the men’s movement. This is the same Buzzfeed that dug 35 years into my past, looking for dirt so they could use it to take the focus off the men’s movement and put it on me personally.I tweeted my rejection to their request, and they apparently reported me to Twitter for doing it, as you can see in the image below.
Setting aside the ridiculousness of my even being able to harass Buzzfeed, it leaves me with the unavoidable conclusion that the leftist pigs in both organizations are happy to work together to bully and silence dissenting views.
I am also including the email for your review. And just a suggestion. It might be fun to see the headline to this post have a stronger presence on Twitter than my little love slap at Buzzfeed.
They will probably lifetime ban me for this, and that is fine. Social media platforms are the new public utilities. They are in the very dangerous position of making themselves arbiters of who can speak, when they can speak and what they say.
If we don’t take a stand soon, and maybe even if we do, free speech will die.
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Maximianus’s Greek Girl Mourned Men’s Complacent Impotence
I blushed, I froze. Since shame then made me lose my mindMany men today complacently accept their impotence. So too did Maximianus living within the half-dead, sixth-century Roman Empire. A. M. Juster’s recently released translation of Maximianus’s elegies provides a poignant, poetic resource for pondering aging in men and men’s impotence.
and panic cut off the alluring task,
she started fondling my burning prick by hand
and she aroused me with her fingers too.
Even the strokes of passion did not help my numbness;
frost stayed within the hearth, as in the past.
“What bitch has stolen you from me?” she said, “From whose
grasp do you come back tired to my arms?”
{ erubui stupui quia tunc verecundia mentem
abstulit et blandum terror ademit opus
contrectare manu coepit flagrantia membra
meque etiam digitis sollicitare suis
nil mihi torpenti vel tactus profuit ignis
perstitit in medio frigus ut ante foco
quae te crudelis rapuit mihi femina dixit
cuius ab amplexu fessus ad arma redis } [1]