Dear Elon Musk,
Thank you for your kind invitation to continue my Twitter account at the price of $11 per month. Thanks too for the fact that it means getting the long-sought-after blue verification I so desired. It would be almost like getting pinned or wearing your varsity letter jacket.
Sadly, I can’t stay with you anymore, Elon. Here are all the reasons why:
I started my current active account on Twitter in 2016 because I couldn’t get into my old account. It was free to do this. In the nearly seven years I have been @CheryleJ0806 on Twitter, it has always been free and my account grew to nearly 7,000 followers, although you have rapidly peeled away about 500 of them.
In order to get the coveted “edit” button, I did start paying $4.99 this year before you acquired the business. I looked upon it as an add-on feature, much like one is nickel-and-dimed by Comcast to see Turner Classic Movies “On Demand” that were once freely accessed.
I realize this practice seems to be the only way the technology and communications world can make money when they have otherwise saturated their markets. But still …
I watched “The Wizard of Oz” annually as a small girl when all my parents had were UHF rabbit ears and antennae on the roof. Walt Disney was in free and living color! I didn’t have to have a Prime membership to watch Perry Mason, or a cable account, cellphone account, Wi-Fi for the internet or anything but a TV to watch Neil Armstrong walk on the moon!
But when you bought Twitter (and seriously, you spent all that money to what … own the libs?), you had a pricing “conversation” with the author Stephen King. He balked at paying $20 per month to stay on Twitter and you countered by asking if he would stay for $8.
Yet in my invitation to stay on the platform, you requested $11 per month.
Don’t misunderstand … I can afford the expense. But I would rather donate to another charity or political group than give you more than the $8 you asked Stephen King to pay.
You are fickle, Elon Musk.
And you don’t do your homework up front. Otherwise you would have had a complete acquisition plan — including the financial data for what it would operationally cost to run the platform and make a profit.
You would have had an extensive HR plan for which essential employees to retain and which to provide severance packages up front, before you took over. Instead your technique was slash and burn: “one day you have a job, the next day you don’t” that put people out of work during the holidays with families to feed.
You are unkind, Elon Musk, though I am sure that bothers you not in the least.
You are narcissistic, Elon Musk, expecting people to enrich your life while you are making them sleep at work in crummy hotel room beds in offices somewhere.
Twitter is a social media company, not the USS Enterprise headed for the final frontiers of space where crew accommodations are necessary.
Heck Twitter is now barely the U.S.S. Minnow … although it seems headed for shipwreck “on the shore of this uncharted desert isle.”
You have also been just plain mean to me, Elon Musk.
Until very recently, never have I ever had warning content labels put on my tweets. I often make comments about women’s issues and attach related articles on subjects like rape, sexual harassment and sex trafficking. These are serious subjects for which I have done real-life ministry through the Church.
Meanwhile, you allow disinformation, political venom, antisemitism, racism and misogyny back on the platform and that is A-OK. Heck, you spread it all by yourself in your own tweets.
But it’s not okay. It is anything but okay. It is what fuels continuing discord and political chaos in the Union for which Lincoln died to preserve and in which I have lived for nearly 70 years.
Meanwhile, you hold citizenship in three different countries. So hey, if you help this one collapse, it’s just back up to Canada for you, old chum. Unless your end goal is to be the King of Mars on the U.S. taxpayer’s dime.
I rarely use vulgarity in my tweets, either. Okay, so I used #smalldickenergy on a couple of tweets I recently sent you. It’s just I am not good at flinging zingers the way Greta Thunberg can do it. And it seemed an apropos, trending hashtag that happened to fit the occasion.
Funnily enough, I had plans to cut back on Twitter beginning last year. I was waiting for the midterms to be over, and then I had to wait for Sen. Reverend Raphael Warnock to win his second runoff before I could leave my DemCast chat rooms.
In almost seven years and 171,000 tweets and retweets, I helped in my own small way to elect Warnock and Sen. Jon Ossoff in history-making wins to the Senate from Georgia; block #TFG from re-election; help elect Biden-Harris; support the work of the Jan. 6 committee; help see Ketanji Brown Jackson become a Supreme Court Justice; and advocate Democratic causes as one of Speaker Pelosi’s Volunteers In Politics.
I did this as part of a nationwide group of grassroots volunteers and organizations; these are the things I will take with me and be most proud of doing with my time on Twitter.
I wouldn’t be proud to stay on a social media platform that supports the whimsy of a billionaire who thinks he can dictate what free speech means on his own terms, rather than those embedded in the Constitution and written upon by jurists and scholars.
So after Jan. 12, I won’t be on Twitter with you any longer, Elon. I am telling you now so you have time to adjust.
I just can’t do it. You don’t need my money. You don’t care about my account. You never listen to me. We are ideologically incompatible.
I just refuse to let you own me or my words anymore Elon. Like you will everyone else who stays.
You just don’t deserve me.
And that’s the way it is.
P.S. Happy New Year, daahling.
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