It strikes me — and I’m as guilty as the day is long — that it’s going to be an interesting day, Nov. 9, no matter who wins (I know who I’m voting for). Those of us (did I mention I’m guilty as the day is long?) who’ve been in the trenches indulging in slap fights with people who didn’t vote as we did are now going to have to crawl back up on land, look our neighbor in the eye and say, “Wassup?”
Wassup is that all the nasty stuff we’ve said to one another just may stick. This morning I awoke to a tweet from a man I’ve never met who sent a lingering video of his automatic, and proposing that if I come for him, he will put me out of my misery.” I don’t know the guy. I reported it, though the Twitter Gods feel that doesn’t rise to the level of threat. But yeeeeesh!
I worry about that, even as I once again wade in on Twitter and show my mad snark skillz along with my widening behind.
So my JRNL 3351 class, a journalism research class, will spend the semester vetting tweets and videos and various other propositions made in public. We’ll record our findings, a kind of collegiate PolitiFact, on a blog we’re building. I’ll let you know when it’s live. I encouraged the students today, on the first day of class, to vet any tweet/Facebook post/television/radio appearance they chose, and I told them it would be OK if they vetted me. It would serve me right. And then I took it back. I’m not quite done being hateful.
Dating Jesus 
You reported it? To law enforcement…right?
Because fuck the Twitter Gods. That’s as clear a violent threat as any you’re going to encounter online. And…because its delivered via a telecommunications service, the FBI should be informed.
There are ways to find out who these fuckers are.
Oh, I tracked him down on my own. He has since deleted the tweet and blocked me. I didn’t save the tweet, so I have nothing to report. I thought about saving the tweet, but got sidetracked at school and now? It’s too late.
But your point is well-taken.
Oh yeah…and about Nov. 9?
People ask me who I’m voting for? I tell them, “The capitalist.”
…which doesn’t really narrow things down, eh?
Depends on who is doing the asking.
But online? Mostly I get told who I’m voting for by people highly skilled at ignorant assumption based on comments interpreted, rightly or wrongly, as critical of their selected savior.
Have my plane waiting to take me to India so that I can eat chicken curry and meditate on the banks of the Ganga.