At times I find myself vascillating between opening up more social media channels to be able to have at least some engagement on the pieces I write or the videos I make. In February this year I finally opened up a twitter account. The sole purpose of that was to be able to find useful and meaningful sources of information with regard to the ongoing war as I wasn't content with most of what I was receiving. This hasn't changed. I think Twitter's importance far outweighs its ills and its usefulness as a tool(and at times a weapon)is what has made it relevant, especially for those who just seek informaton, not the constant tassling with roving gangs of twitterati.

However, every single idea that I consider to be of importance to me, and by extension to others, has been birthed or at least nurtured to maturity on locals. This is from ideas I have for videos or the written essays that I enjoy putting out. Often, thoughts percolating in my mind are bred in captivity on locals before being set free to roam the wilds of the interwebs. More than just being a farm for thoughts, locals has also proven to be a field of bountiful yield. While many have chosen to use locals to debate and engage around ideology and politics, as was intended by locals' creators, it also serves as a useful avenue for distributing hope and ideas. A place for sharing likes and dislikes, music playlists and movie suggestions.

While I do feel like a frontiersman who's wandered off just to the edge of the settlement on his lonesome, the call of the wild beckons and my heart yearns to establish something that will outlast me. A locals page that serves not only as my mind palace but an oasis that offers much needed respite to weary internauters. Happy hour all day as I bar tend to the needs of others through my hopefully unique offerings. A place we can all call our own and welcome each other not only as natives but as locals.

I follow the non woke left on X and every now and again they retweet something from Dave Chappell or some comedian they happen to agree with(usually if they touch on the Gaza Strip). It’s often the said comedian/personality etc giving President Trump advice on how best to govern and what to do differently next time round. Their soliloquies often completely dismiss Trump as a leader and more importantly as a person. He’s just an object to be lectured at and to fulfil their wishes and desires. They clearly despise him. They undersell or understate his achievements and still believe in every other hoax.

I’m not an American but even I can feel bitterness encroaching on the edges of my heart. Like shadows creeping up along the edge of a forest before consuming it whole. Bitterness at the arrogance of said commentators/personalities. Bitterness at their wilful ignorance. Bitterness at them for attempting to rob Trump of his humanity. Sometimes I'm tempted to unfollow these accounts but I'm reminded that it gives me a perspective I don't have on many shared issues.

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There seems to be an eargeness amongst some in the populace to find an object to be subjected to their ire. A singular evil in which the warlocks of the interwebs can gather covens of similarly minded witches and vent out their frustrations on. Pinning all the worlds ills on their chosen voodoo doll. For the past 8 years or so their chosen voodoo doll has been one Donald J. Trump. Presently, this dishonour seems to be split between the president-elect and entrepreneur Elon Musk. While public figures should not be free from criticism, a lot of the criticism lobbed at these men reeks of infantility.

The slightest perceived infraction will feed online streams with rivers of commentary that ultimately denounce either of these men as one form of evil or another. The latest of these internet witch trials, convenved by the internet's Wizengamot is over Mr. Musk's gaming abilities. Some seem to believe that Mr. Musk is not as good as he claims to be or he has hired someone to game for him and keep him atop gaming leaderboards in Diablo IV and Path Of Exile. This purported great evil act has been used as a springboard for many to dive into an ocean of bile made up of their own vomit. Self-made internet psychiatrists have surmised that this purported fakery by Musk portends a great evil. To them it is proof positive of his machinations to "interfere" with foreign governments.

Allowing ourselves, for the briefest of moments, to partake in this banquet of hatred, does this trivial nonsense outweigh the complete and total exposure of British Elite in the rape gang scandal? Perhaps not being good at Path of Exile is of greater import than the courage to stand up to the tyranny of censorship? I would have thought these people pariahs but it turns out we are the exiles. Cast out from their ocean of self loathing onto the shores of sanity.

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