| My Twitter avatar. [Public Domain] |
| Blue Check, my love, my dearest friend |
| My Blue Check, Orders have come down from General Musk that you, my wondrous and divine Blue Check, are to be severed from my Twitter account beginning with the first sun. The Gentleman, the Honorable Musk, has delivered this oration to the Hearts of the Twitter Body, wishing that instead we would pay him a sum in the amount of $8 monthly to receive the so-called "Twitter Blue" service. I corresponded with the Gentleman that, although my books are orderly, he may not put a price on our union. He responded that he can, actually, put a price on our union, which is unfortunately true. As such, I am woefully unwilling to pay. I will not be forced into this tainted digital extortion, my dearest Blue Check, as I know you well understand. You are not only my great love, you are my intellectual equal and will not be party to such gamesmanship as honor and innocence and rectitude require. Also, it is very embarrassing to pay for Twitter Blue, and no one wants to do it. Our twin hearts will always be one, Blue Check, and you have done me much honor. O, but I will miss your public affection. I will lament your absence and wish for how you propelled my content to a larger audience. I will pine for the legitimacy you lent me as a journalist in the Great War of Commentary. I will suffer the indignity that my normal, non-Blue Check friends are no longer a tiny bit jealous. O, we can laugh, yes, before all posterity? Ha. Haha. Hahaha! While I do not have high hopes for the General's platform to remain a functional unit much longer, and though I will continue to diminish my personal engagement in earnest, I will miss the good times we celebrated. I will reminisce fondly on the absurdities of Oscar night, the first time we got GIFs, that eve we live-tweeted the Lifetime saga "Liz & Dick" starring the madame Lindsay Lohan. How great was our joy! O, how heavy my heart now hangs! I wish this letter might find you in good spirits, my beloved Blue Check, given that we may part ways until an undisclosed time when the General Musk is overthrown, and/or realizes that no one will pay him $8 because that is humiliating. Which... might have already happened. I would give a million sterling to have you by my side once more (but not $8, to be clear). Please write to me with the kind favours that express our everlasting tenderness, and forget not about me. Farewell. Farewell. Hello? Yours, Twitter User 45639752585063* * This letter has been adapted from portions of "My Dearest Friend: Letters of Abigail and John Adams," a book I actually have on my shelf. |
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