coked-up neoreactionary morons crashed through the doors of the Twitter boardroom, imagining that the control panel that runs the Cathedral is in there. now they’re ripping the copper wires out of the walls, imagining that one of them is connected to the reason people hate them

“we’ll be greeted as liberators as soon as we can find the shadowban off switch,” david sacks cries in a nasal tenor, railing a huge line of 2-CB and phenylpiracetam off of a rack of dying servers