Why I Left Twitter

I left Twitter in 2023. The short reason is that its new owner is a deplorable human being with extremely anti-democratic and anti-liberal leanings.

The longer answer: Twitter and social media aren't just problematic - they're actively corroding the foundations of civil society. While these platforms love to preach about "democratizing voices" and "connecting people," what they've actually done is create a digital cesspool where nuanced thought goes to die and algorithmic rage-farming reigns supreme. I've had a front-row seat to this slow-motion trainwreck, and the results are exactly as catastrophic as you'd expect.

The constant flood of half-baked hot takes and weaponized misinformation has created what I'll charitably call "networked chaos" - though dumpster fire might be more accurate. We've replaced the media's gatekeepers with an army of keyboard warriors and grifters, all competing to see who can spark the most outrage in the fewest characters. The result is a "truth marketplace" where facts are optional and the loudest, most inflammatory voice wins.

Twitter has mastered the art of reducing complex political discourse into bite-sized chunks of concentrated stupidity. It's a platform that rewards the intellectual equivalent of cocaine - quick, addictive, and ultimately toxic. Look no further than Trump, who turned Twitter into his personal megaphone for broadcasting lies and conspiracy theories to millions of eager consumers. The platform isn't just broken - it's working exactly as designed, turning reasonable people into frothing ideologues and conspiracy theorists one algorithmic recommendation at a time.

And then there's the replies. Post something as innocuous as "I like puppies" and suddenly you're bombarded by an army of keyboard warriors explaining why you're actually a fascist for not preferring cats. The discourse has devolved to the intellectual depth of a kiddie pool - except instead of children splashing around, it's fully grown adults reduced to the level of a five year old. When you're not fending off drive-by character assassinations, you're dodging an endless stream of dead-eyed crypto evangelists promising to help you escape capitalism by buying into their totally-not-a-pyramid-scheme that already collapsed twice this week. It's like trying to have a civilized conversation while standing in the middle of a used car lot staffed entirely by Nigerian princes.

I've stopped pretending Twitter has any redeeming qualities beyond its ability to be a megaphone for far-right propaganda and rage farming. It's a doomsday machine masquerading as a social network, systematically destroying our ability to think critically or perceive the world around us. The platform, much like its narcissistic man-child owner, is poison in the well of public discourse, and that's something I want no part of.