There’s no point in attempting to persuade Twitter Jack to see reason.

The game is rigged against us, don’t you get it?

We are on his ground, his territory, his platform.

And damn, we thought we could call it home – tell our jokes and poetry, make beautiful girls laugh and cry, and stand up for a sense of decency.

We thought we could prevent wolves jumping through hula hoops in the law, replace the sense of fiduciary obligation with a sense of decency, call out the free market for the misnomer that it is, help Donald Trump do his taxes, and finally, finally, we thought that we would never, ever, bowl alone.

No.

No. Jack is unrepentant. He deletes just about every two messages I send. He won’t let me speak. He’s a dangerous, dangerous man.

I’m done here.

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