I never been on Twitter, but commented on a post that was sent to me 4 years ago regarding c19, saying face diapers? I was banned, and even after Elon took over that place, I am more banned than Nick Fuentes.
That's especially lame now that even YouTube started unbanning c19 bans. Did you try to contact them about it? Jared Beck is still banned too. I know I'm shadow banned but that's all.
I don't know what to say. There is such a contrast between what you have to say (and how reasonably, clearly, and logically you explain it) and how universally gate-kept you seem to be by the modern establishment. I understand your last two paragraphs.
"[....] I have to face the reality of my cell and make games with pebbles and my bucket to avoid insanity. Count cracks, do push ups, use the straw from my mat to make imaginary friends, count primes. That’s all there is because the universe is a cell that won’t even let me sleep and dream for more than 5 minutes at a time.
"And yet I can’t stop. Like Tyrion’s cousin I just keep smashing beetles, doing truth seeking and discourse. I type into the void and I will until I won’t. But at least now I know the true nature of everything. I’m proud of my achievement but who can I tell? My imaginary friends I guess."
I never been on Twitter, but commented on a post that was sent to me 4 years ago regarding c19, saying face diapers? I was banned, and even after Elon took over that place, I am more banned than Nick Fuentes.
That's especially lame now that even YouTube started unbanning c19 bans. Did you try to contact them about it? Jared Beck is still banned too. I know I'm shadow banned but that's all.
I don't know what to say. There is such a contrast between what you have to say (and how reasonably, clearly, and logically you explain it) and how universally gate-kept you seem to be by the modern establishment. I understand your last two paragraphs.
"[....] I have to face the reality of my cell and make games with pebbles and my bucket to avoid insanity. Count cracks, do push ups, use the straw from my mat to make imaginary friends, count primes. That’s all there is because the universe is a cell that won’t even let me sleep and dream for more than 5 minutes at a time.
"And yet I can’t stop. Like Tyrion’s cousin I just keep smashing beetles, doing truth seeking and discourse. I type into the void and I will until I won’t. But at least now I know the true nature of everything. I’m proud of my achievement but who can I tell? My imaginary friends I guess."
That's certainly how it feels from inside. Are you sure you aren't one of my imaginary friends? XD /checks for straw protrusions
LOL. World is an increasingly magical/incomprehensible place so hard to say either way for sure.