Twitter is honestly pretty funny now. A small army of sycophants have somehow managed to turn it into a political statement to give $8 to the world's second richest fool. Meanwhile, the overgrown edgelord himself has managed to turn giving away free blue checks into some form of punishment. Like the cone of shame, but... smaller. And more pixelly.
"But why are you still on Twitter?"
Listen. I am an internet ancient. I stood amidst LiveJournal as it crumbled while I watched the fall of Flickr. I was there both times Tumblr burned down, toasting marshmallows over its smouldering ruin, laughing at the folly of Verizon. The death of Twitter was foretold by the dark prophecies of the forgotten internets. I am there to witness its passing as the old internet is dying and the new internet struggles to be born. Now is the time of monsters.