On the Tweetdeck (repost)

Wow. Twitter is nuts. I have a very eclectic mix of people I follow, and boy does that make things interesting. I may have had some unfollows this week. I’m really not sure. It’s really hard to keep up with the comings and goings of all those folks. But for those whom I may have offended and caused to unfollow me, I offer the following:

Tweeps, we live in a world that has tweetdecks

and those tweetdecks need to be guarded by people with sarcasm.

Who’s gonna do it? You?

You, Mrs. Rainbow Unicorn Avatar?

I have a greater responsibility than you can possibly fathom.

You weep for Extreme Makeover – Home Edition

and curse my irreverence;

you have that luxury.

You have the luxury of not knowing what I know:

that monkey butt referenced tweets, while tragic,

probably saved lives

and that my existence,

while grotesque and incomprehensible to you, saves lives.

You don’t want the truth

because deep down in places you don’t talk about at parties

you want me on that tweetdeck,

you need me on that tweetdeck.

We use words like That’s what she said.

We use them as the backbone of a life trying to mock something.

You use them as a disapproving unfollow.

I have neither the time nor the inclination

to explain myself to a twit who rises and sleeps

under the blanket of the very ridiculousness

I provide and then questions the manner in which I provide it.

I would rather you just said “thank you,” and went on your way.

Otherwise, I suggest that you pick up a keyboard and post a tweet.

Back next week with my regularly scheduled post…