It's been fun, I'll admit.
I joined twitter back in 2009 and it rapidly became THE medium for breaking news, information and instant comment. It fueled the Arab Spring, overthrew dictators, spread democracy and liberty, held our masters to account and resulted in entire populations being educated at light speed to the misdeeds of their masters.
Tomorrow, that changes. Some of our Elites have been challenged (yes, and criminally threatened) using 140 characters via a mobile phone and that simply cannot be tolerated - so the network will now be handed over to pictures of kittens, photos of lunch and promoting the various tat that celebrities are desperate to sell us. Gone will be any political comment, seen off by the inclusion of the almighty "I'm Offended" button. As I write this, my 29th twitter account has just been suspended, even though the head of Twitter UK (@TonyW) and I spoke this morning regarding death and rape threats sent to me and my family.
Will I miss it? No, of course not. I will continue to monitor the very same news feeds and obscure sources that I use to inform my readers of what is happening out there, but my political comment will be limited to my blog, my various online columns, Facebook (I'm Olde Holborne) and an excellent new Twitter type feed called App.net, which along with a Tweetdeck clone called Cauldron (and 256 characters) and only a block (not report) button, will ensure that my speech remains free.
Tomorrow is the day when all the Elites have decided to boycott twitter in the hope they will be missed. Frankly speaking, if Caitlin Moran or Suzanne Moore think the man on the Clapham Omnibus has any interest in what they tweet all day (mostly to sell more books) then they are in for a surprise. No one cares. Like MySpace or Compuserve, times have changed and progress marches on. If a free speech medium no longer supports free speech, I see little point in using it - and I'm not alone.
You can read my latest column at Backbencher here, or you can join App.net (it's free) and enjoy my rants. Either way, there is a small blue avian carcass out there that is starting to smell. So long Twitter, so long "the Righteous" and the professionally offended, so long to the unelected twitter elites who have decided amongst themselves what you and I may read or write.