Watching those truckers standing up for their liberties against Justin Castreau has me in a feisty temper tonight, and so here’s a post that fits my mood.
I have a friend who, back in the heady days before everything became so grim and tedious, used to be a leading light, with a large following, of what has been come to be known as “Frog Twitter”. He was known online simply as “the Duck”, and on January 24th, 2016, he decided to self-immolate by posting a stream-of-consciousness series of tweets — I haven’t counted, but there must have been at least a hundred of them — that he knew would get him banned. Each of them described the horrible end that lay in wait, once Donald Trump took office, for some member of the journalistic elite who had become biddable mouthpieces for our ruling class (and for others as well, just because). If you have ever heard the term “shitpoasting”, Duck’s spectacular flameout was a virtuosic example.
I watched in awe, six years ago, as it happened — but I figured it had all been blotted out when the Duck’s account was terminated a few hours later. I have just learned, however, that the whole thing has been archived. Read it here. (Caveat lector, though: this is not the genteel fare you’ve come to expect around here.)
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Thanks, Malcolm, for that timely reminder of The Duck. How time passes! And yet, how timely it remains.
There is no correcting them now – only replacing them. Roll on, the acceleration.
p.s. did you ever record The Black Crowes? Am reading their drummer’s account. Sounds like a 15 year waking nightmare . . . much like we’re going through, with insane incompetents in charge of everything, but with a different soundtrack.
A dainty fellow that Duck. A few of his takes on the media in general have some appeal I must admit.
Yes, I remember that — hilarious. We need more Duck!
B.E.L.
Nope, never worked with the Black Crowes. (From what I’ve heard about those Robinson brothers, though, that’s just as well.)