This is the spiritual journey of me, Eccles, my big brother Bosco, and my Grate-Anti Moly. Eccles is saved, but we've got real problems with Bosco and Anti.
This is me, Eccles

This is me, Eccles
Saturday, 19 July 2025
Eccles the violent
Well, I've been suspended from Twitter/X before. Five years ago in fact, and I never did discover what I did wrong.
The story of my previous excommunication can be found
here.
This time I was at least told what my crime was.
I wonder who reported me. Someone unsaved, obviously.
I'd better explain the context. There are two England cricketers who I think should be dropped from
the national team, although the selectors love them. One of them, Shoaib Bashir, has recently broken a finger, and thus will not be playing in
the next few matches. So I suggested, as above, that we would have to wait for the other, Zak Crawley, to be similarly
injured before he could be dropped. That's all.
Cricket, as painted by Rembrandt (or maybe ChatGPT)
Whether some maggot really reported this posting or whether it was automatically flagged by Grok (the AI program
that Elon Musk thinks is so wonderful), I can't say. But I was allowed to appeal.
The verdict? Well, the decision of the mad moderators was this: Our support team has determined that a violation did take place, and therefore we will not overturn our decision.
Oh well. I have no doubt committed other Twitter sins (but not violent ones) in my time and got away with them,
so I will nobly accept my penance, which is a week's suspension. I return from the naughty step on Wednesday evening,
and will resume the World Cup of Ugly Churches after a week's hiatus.
I should have realised that I was not universally loved when I saw the results of this poll:
Shock horror.
Labels:
canonization,
ChatGPT,
cricket,
excommunication,
Grok,
Rembrandt,
Shoaib Bashir,
Twitter,
Zak Crawley
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment