Twitter is most dangerous play thing for the most dangerous child ever to be elected to his nation’s highest office.

By Andrew J. Pridgen

Twitter was a clever little idea that may go down in history as the communications tool that destroyed a country, if not the world.

The shorthand social networking service was founded in March 2006 by a quartet of nerds who were running a small podcasting company. They wanted a way to use a short message service (SMS) to communicate with one another or a small group. They settled on a 140-character max message and twttr was born. Fast forward to March of this year, they had 310 million active users and the service was the world’s source of breaking news on Election Day.

One of its power users is president-elect Donald J. Trump, with more than 15 million followers. The c-list celebrity, self-proclaimed billionaire seller of Chinese ties and deadbeat bankruptor of Atlantic City, himself has posted more than 34,000 tweets most of which are nonsensical and vengeful fragments, personal vendettas, uninformed or contorted rumors presented as facts and the occasional late-night trolling of beauty pageant contestants, Rosie O’Donnell and Cher.

Now that Donald J. Trump and his tweets—keep in mind, it’s an easy service to use, Trump has proudly admitted he’s never turned on a computer and has no real job skills beyond self-promotion through bullying and degrading others; oh, and the fact that he was born rich—have been elected to the highest office of the land, he’s going even darker, more sensationalist and self-aggrandizing…not the other way around.

Trump is used to using the power of the tweet to tell everyone the school is on fire. And laughing as they evacuate. Instead of suspending or expelling him, he has been given the world’s largest supply of matches and gasoline. And make no mistake, he intends to burn it ALL down 140 characters at a time.

Even if we just take a sample size of abhorrent things that he has done SINCE he lost the election by more than a million popular votes, but took the Electoral College by little more than 100,000 rural votes, it is easy to see what direction he plans to steer the country, and how he intends to do it—by sitting in his tower Charles Montgomery Burns-style and letting his fingers do the talking in a vacuum. No accountability to the press or the general public, no recourse…and a total dearth of ideas combined with a steady and unchecked spew of hate speech with a #maga hashtag slapped on the back.

Beyond appointing Steve Bannon, a known white supremacist media leach to be his top strategic advisor, and Jeff Sessions, a documented racist who has called the Voting Rights Act of 1965 a “piece of intrusive legislation” whose job one will be minority voter suppression, as attorney general—the president-elect continues to unload a clown car of political has-beens, snaggletoothed vampires, other ex-reality star half wits and the requisite big oil, big pharma/insurance, big banking bad guy lobbyists to determine policy, Trump’s most shocking moments since presumably taking the throne have come not from the spectacular unspooling of progress and decency and discourse, but from his own echo chamber.

Instead of making himself available to the protective pool of journalists who are charged with covering the president for the safety the people and POTUS himself, Trump, the most friendless, insecure, close-to-illiterate and paranoid world leader the world has ever known, is sitting on his gold-plated toilet and tweeting out sparse, untruthful, unmerited and oftentimes indecipherable information from on high as his means of communication.

In other words, he’s taking the scariest, most insular route imaginable in attempts to govern.

Just in the last 24 hours, Trump settled a class action fraud suit brought forth by so-called students of his Trump University bilking scheme for $25 million. A court battle he certainly would have lost, he blames the payout on having to do presidential things—often capitalizing words that don’t need to be.

But these completely fly in the face of the sheer fact that the president-elect just admitted, in court, to defrauding the general public and is paying eight figures to make good on that. Chew on that actual fact for a moment….

On Friday, VP elect Mike Pence attended an evening showing of the musical “Hamilton”. After the curtain call, the cast asked (politely, even quieting the boo birds) Pence to stay and listen to a simple request:

“Vice President-elect Pence, we welcome you, and we truly thank you for joining us here at ‘Hamilton: An American Musical.’ We really do,” said Brandon Victor Dixon, who is  currently playing Aaron Burr. “We, sir, we are the diverse America who are alarmed and anxious that your new administration will not protect us, our planet, our children, our parents, or defend us and uphold our inalienable rights, sir. But we truly hope this show has inspired you to uphold our American values and work on behalf of all of us. All of us. Again, we truly thank you truly for (sharing) this show, this wonderful American story told by a diverse group of men and women of different colors, creeds and orientations.”

A very calm, very measured, very conciliatory appeal. See for yourself.

Trump’s reaction, of course, was completely fucking ridiculous and whiny and uninformed (did he even watch the video?) while remaining oddly and ironically obtrusive to the cast’s—all people, really—First Amendment rights.

…So ask yourself this, Trump supporters: Are you ready for four years of an unchecked syphilitic mad men and his refusal to listen, to process, to tell even a half truth from his giant tower? Beyond all the dangerous choices he’s already made and remarkable to the point of farce things he’s already said and done, it appears he truly believes his voice is the only one that matters.

And he’s using his fucking child’s hands poking at his child’s screen to attempt to convince you of that as well.

I appeal to you Twitter…. please, please take Donnie’s favorite toy away. Make him stand up like a grown man for the first time in his life and step into the light in front of the press and the public he is pledging to serve and make him accountable.

…Because all of this awful on one platform, indeed, should not happen!

Andrew J. Pridgen is the author of “Burgundy Upholstery Sky”.