While in a computer blackout because of lightning storms, and since not connected to the power, I picked up my cell phone and began perusing Twitter. From there, I started getting myself in trouble.
After quickly reading a column written by a guy I call Sillybus, I responded by calling him an idiot. I know not nice at all, but those who think it is okay to violate the U.S. Constitution are not the smartest in the world.
Sillybus’ column unhinged itself on the idea that it is okay to interpret the Constitution rather than following it to the letter. He claimed that creating laws, like taking away a 21-year-old’s right to own a firearm, does not violate the Second Amendment.
He also pointed out how a late Supreme Court Judge said the same thing. He took it even further by referencing a UCLA professor.
To further get under Sillybus’ skin, I called him a RINO (Republican in Name Only,) knowing he is not a Republican. Once he pointed it out, I continued my treatment by stating a RINO and a Democrat are the same.
Then I carried it to the nth degree by calling him a Socialist and later a Communist. By the way, I believe that he is those two things.
Me doth thinketh that the same would have occurred if I had labeled him a DINO (Democrat in Name Only.)
In this, he alluded to the readership of the two newspapers I write for and attacked me for being whatever sort of reporter he thinks I am. I never brought up anyone that reads his stuff.
By the time I laid my head on my pillow, I had forgotten about this little man. But he or one of his lackey minions reported me to Twitter, and Big Brother ruled I had violated Community Standards and tossed me off the platform for 24 hours.
Maybe it was my final shot across the bow of a man who thinks much of himself, has no wit, and has zero ability to come back with anything other than self-serving bloviations that did the trick. It was a return to his offer of what the judge and professor said, so it must be correct because this reporter was not as educated as the pair of learned scholars.
“So, do you Snope much?” I asked.
It surprises me that no one called my employer to complain and make me quit picking on this steadfast voice of Communism, but then the day remains young. But, then again, that is what Twitter is for.
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