#just consider that plus the head of a bird equivalent to Google basing its proprietary ChromeOS off of Linux

[galwednesday]

Tweeting and tweeting in the widening pyre, The content does not hear the moderator; Things fall apart; the timeline cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The perma-banned tide is loosed, and everywhere, The ceremony of fact-checking is drowned; Blue checks lack all conviction, while the rest Are full of vicious muskrat parody.

Surely some great disruption is at hand; Surely the Social Network is at hand. The Social Network! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of Silicon Valley Troubles my sight: somewhere in the sands of desert A shape part mastodon with the head of a bird, Ad space blank and pitiless as the sun, Assembles venture capital, while all about it Reel shadows of indignant ethics boards. The darkness drops again; but now I know That two decades of algorithmic sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a leveraged buyout. And what hellsite, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards seed funding to be born?

the old hellsite is dying. the new hellsite struggles to be born: now is the time of posters