Just wanna document for posterity that twitter prevents me from seeing my analytics for several hours or even a day or two before I find out how I was really doing, I'm assuming because of cancel culture content. Well, my tweets are being seen just fine, and even with some of my followers jumping off, look at the eyes on...
That's right, I lost only 27 followers in 3 months over political tweets.
I hadn't really looked at my twitter analytics for ages. I used to pull in some pretty good traffic, once in awhile in the hundred thousands of impressions per month while I was in and out of live tweet TV gangs.
I have been expecting to lose this twitter account for months, afraid I'd lose years of fun history. But I'm really done now. I love all my people so much, but the fun part has become more like sad looking back on how innocent we all were (I hope), and now what I see is glazed over repetition over several years, sort of locked into tweet rhythms of 'friends' that don't realize they can't break out of with any kind of braining and still expect to stay friends. Or maybe they do and choose to stay quiet. Dumb or quiet, which is it? I can't tell.
One of my friends point blank said she was moving and not to send her any cards. I had been sending birthday and Christmas for years.
Yes, I chose this path. I chose to stand up and stick out in a big crowd and ask WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN?
I guess it's not cool to care about millions of kids being swiped and farmed and sold to people who wanna rape them to death or make money letting other people rape them till they are so used up that they die anyway. It's especially not cool to interrupt television broadcasting with that even though this problem is so huge that child trafficking has surpassed drug trafficking and gun running. https://www.soundoffreedommovie.com/
But there you go, I have proof what I'm doing on twitter is a big deal. I already had proof from blog stats coming in from twitter links.
I'm kind of sad that the people I know might think their lives are too tiny to matter in the big scheme of things. I'm sad that I'm not seeing mutual support of any kind except maybe a troll or some kind of tongue in cheek jest once a month or so. I'm sad that the brilliant people I was hanging out with are still so controllable.
Anyone who has followed me along knows I've legally had complete disability since 2009 and have crawled my way back from immobility and very glitchy brain and severe depression to create a public platform that is seen all over the world, and managed to build up an enviable web presence before cancel culture came along. Millimeter by millimeter I have made words about all the things in my head, and many of those words have been documented being seen by whole lists of countries in my stats. Long lists. Anyone can share in this golden age and be seen worldwide.
It doesn't take much to simply say "Child trafficking needs to stop." It takes so little time, effort, and even grit to simply just say "I heard they're rescuing those missing kids." Whoever can't bring themselves to simply say these things because they're worried they'll be lumped into a bunch of Trumpers or conspiracy nuts, you realize this crosses all lines and that publicly supporting those accused looks like you're fine with child rape, right? Surely you realize that...
The world is about to change very very bigly. I really hope you guys are ready for the good guys to STAND UP AND MAKE ALL THE BAD STUFF STOP.
Because that's what they're about to do. (See my 👉twitter thread.👈)
And to you all I still say
Love,
Pinky
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