‘Banniversary’

Tomorrow marks a whole year since my original Twitter account was ditched after being targeted by free speech haters

9th February 2022

The day my original account was permanently banned from Twitter.

I know it was that day because the platform still allows me to see my old account in ‘read only’ format (Elon likes to cash in on the old ad revenue). Trust me when I say, it’s the cruel equivalent of putting a chocolate cake in front of a toddler and saying “Don’t touch!”.

I look at my final tweets. They were about the footballer Kurt Zouma attacking a defenceless cat.

As you can see, I didn’t hold back.

I often wonder if indeed they were the tweets that got me banned. All I have ever been told is that my ban was for ‘threatening violence’.

I’ve always felt a great love and respect for animals. I regret NOTHING I said.

But not just about that. About any of the stuff I said on Twitter, Facebook or in real life. I posted plenty that would have no doubt earned me a *clears throat* ‘misinformation’ ban.

What can I say?

In a world of beige, I was born a red woman.

I make NO apology for it.

I have always spoken my mind and what good is any platform if we can’t do that? Any notion of free speech means nothing without both a tangible method of effecting that and a passion for what you are saying. Those who know in real life or followed me know that for all my lame love laments and hippie bullshit, I’m first and foremost a passionate lady with bold opinions.

When you’re not in it to flog T-shirts or promote your radio show, when you value your freedom of speech above all else - everything you own - then people can threaten you with anything - bans, restrictions, legal action, the lot and it means ABSOLUTELY FUCK ALL because freedom trumps all of those things and without it, the rest is meaningless.

Or at least to me.

So, that was my account gone - nearly 11k followers. Every day I would go on there, have a laugh, put the world to rights. I was there for my own mental health and made real friendships with kindred spirits. I met up with several I’d connected with. I had my dawn wake up crew, my daily dip in and outers, the insomniac club and a very select few I trusted and DM’d. I still feel closer to people I know online than most of my family

I’d joined the platform in May 2020, disillusioned with my Facebook pals, had thought it would be easier to seek out like minded souls on Twitter. People who *got it*, who felt the same. Those who saw plandemic the way I did - not an isolated and unfortunate incident but a cog in a wheel. A much bigger and more complex wheel. Some of the ‘spokes’ I knew of, some I became aware during the roll out of Shitshow and others, I will never understand.

I now know my account was targeted by a hate group intent on taking those with strong so-called ‘anti vax’ views down. Many of my friends with a similar account size, suffered the same fate. Research revealed us to be on some kind of  ‘black list’. The haters had certain emojis in their profiles that identified them to other like minded trolls. The one who’d taken mine down was soon online bragging that he’d done so.

The sad thing is, I don’t think these people realise that they spoil it for everyone including themselves. If you don’t like my views, block me, mute me because if you report me, you also do yourself a massive disservice. Hearing multiple views is good for everyone. It helps us reaffirm our own stance, sharpen our own arguments. Define our lines in the sand.

As for ‘violent threat’ well that’s rather subjective, isn’t it? At what point are figures of speech and let-off-steam outbursts taken as serious intentions of actual harm that will genuinely create and promote fear? For all my rants on social media, I cannot believe I have ever given a single person real reason to believe I would actually hurt them.

I tried to return a couple of times after that with new accounts, but each time the account was removed as Twitter does not let you evade a ban and once someone has it in for you and you are on a naughty list, they will find you.

The haters change their names, literally sit waiting to pounce like bored, sad cats. They hide behind cartoon avatars and handles that do not reveal their true identity. Say what you want about my account, I was always out there as me, I owned - and continue to own -my strong opinions.

By July 2022 after my third or forth account was taken down with dwindling numbers, I gave it up. Decided I didn’t want to give those nasty bullies the satisfaction of taking me down again. I was not prepared to tone myself down in any way or pretend to be someone else, go ‘under the radar’. I decided the only way I was ever going back to Twitter was legitimately.

When Elon Musk took over, many were optimistic their accounts would be reinstated. Especially those I will call ‘Awake-lite’ who see Musk as some kind of cyber saviour.

Hello guys??? The man that wants to stuff implants in brains is NOT your friend!!!

Some were reinstated but most were not. Seems it was a lucky dip, a PR stunt.

As from 1st February 2023, however, Twitter stated that they will now look at old bans under new criteria.

I put in a new appeal.

As I have previously stated, I regret NOTHING. I have my self respect and have retained my values.

Whoever you are, whatever your views, your dignity must always come above all else.

But, you never know - it’s been a full year so as my Banniversary moon passes through the first house of bollocks with hope ascending perhaps this is the dawning of my age of Aquarius.

Then again…….

Nah.