Out for today’s Daily Constitutional. Damp air; it’s just finished raining, and there’s an unpleasant dank coldness everywhere. Not nice, but not too horrible.
I’m not entirely sure it’s a good idea, me restarting the blog.
I tried a couple of times this year, when I was doing it because I wanted to but didn’t really have anything to say.
It didn’t go well.
But right now I kind of think I do have some things I want to say. About “experts”, about the orange poltroon in the big round office across the Atlantic and the election campaign that Americans are enduring right now.
And of course our own government that thinks it’s a PR company, that thinks one more campaign will solve everything.
So, we’ll see.
Sixty days before the new year is, of course November 2nd. And that’s my lad Phil’s birthday. So I might start it then. Or ten days later if I’m doing a 50 day countdown.
Or I might do a 50 day countdown to Christmas 2020. I’ll… ponder.
As I write this, I’m looking at my phone with a mixture of amusement, bemusement and mild irritation.
I just had my Twitter account locked… because I told someone who defended a tweet calling the jewish journalist David Aaronovitch… antisemitic.
He’d described the person behind an organisation as a shyster.
The organisation pretended - against every etymological sense - that this was linked to Shylock.
Of course it’s not.
It never was.
But someone defended the tweet attacking David A as antisemitic. And once I said that it was bullshit - inaccurate, etymological nonsense and flat wrong - and they continued to defend the tweet… I invited them to fuck off.
And every time he replied, defending his actions and comments, I repeated the invitation.
And - while leaving abusive comments on my blog; different names, all with the same IP address - he reported my tweets as targeted harrassment.
So Twitter has locked the account until I delete the tweets.
I’ve appealed, but we’ll see. I mean, I’m usually not that appealing so it’s a tossup whether they agree or not.
In the meantime, ah well, such is life and all that.
EDIT TO ADD:
And, notwithstanding the tweets where I did indeed tell him to fuck off, I’m honestly bemused at these two prima facie judgments…
