Twitter is like Chernobyl

John Bacus
2 min readSep 2, 2020

I’ve had an inert Twitter account for some years. It was the platform that a friend of mine only used so it turned into a message board between three people. Soon after using it, I could not figure out the purpose of Twitter. I did not feel like I was communicating with anyone only yelling into a void that did not respond.

If anyone listened to The Howard Stern Show in the late 00’s you would have certainly listened to calls by Eric “The Actor” Lynch. This little curmudgeon was the embodiment of “the” Twitter user and in a short time racked up almost twenty thousand tweets mostly rebuttals to anyone criticizing or engaging with him. You can still read the endless taunts and responses (Lynch died in 2014) and have thousands of hours of hilarity.

Zip forward to 2020 and it is the age of the podcast. I want to have a couple of podcasts going and podcasts need twitter handles right? So I create a handle for yet to be made podcast and lit up my old handle from the mid 00’s and what do you know all the same people are on there spouting the same bullshit. I was able to reconnect with the one friend that still only used twitter. I started looking at my feed and it started to look like the lines of code in The Matrix. “Blonde, Brunette, Redhead” oh Cypher you man of great words! I started to notice the muck and nonsense of Facebook newsfeed spewing all over. I started to feel angry, I felt every tweet was an attack on the sense. The first few days I would dip my toe in, notice that nothing was off but then the DNC and RNC happened and twitter is abuzz like an angry killer beehive.

The need to limit time in Twitter started to remind me of Chernobyl. My intuition and anger were my Geiger counter. Twitter is the exposed core of America. Spewing radioactive data, meaningless nonsense and if overexposed can be fatal. We are addicted to connectivity, and connectivity makes us sick. We are dope sick for information no matter how it isolates us. We are beyond saving, evolve or die post haste.

Thank You For Reading. Podcasts will be coming soon.

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John Bacus

Poetry, Science Fiction, Procrastination. More Works in Progress than Work.