When it can’t be unseen

One defining characteristic of the Wokerati and globocreeps is that they simply must foist it on the rest of us. Some of “us” do not appreciate it in the least and if the platform no longer lets us avoid and escape, we depart the platform.

Julia has a byline (tagline, whatever) at Gab:

"The only valid censorship of ideas is the right of people not to listen." - Power Stewart

Noble thought, the foundation of the classic-liberal end of libertarianism, (the other end being open slather licentiousness, do absolutely anything you want, no matter how many it hurts, stuff the rule of natural law and respect).

All right, let’s test that.  On Gab right now (0915), there were four or five gabs … usual thing, usual topics … and suddenly, there was a full width, five inches high porn photo of two marines hard at it … ewwwww, throw up on the spot.

On Gab.  I immediately went top right to the three dots to block it and yes, you guessed it … someone had disable the blocking, I could only share. I was there for one purpose this morning … to say hello to Julia, which I scrambled to do, then clicked out of there and shuddered at the filfth on screen.

Back to the key to Julia’s tagline:

… the right of people not to listen.

Or even to be forced to watch?  Don’t even try to argue I had a choice at that moment. Yes, I’ve learnt to get out quick, escape, I could minimise … but that image, as it was designed to do, had burnt in and damaged my day, if not my mind.  I do NOT wish to see such depravity, not interested, and furthermore … I want a mechanism in place to prevent it from being forced upon me.

There was no such mechanism. Andrew Torba had no overriding block link … the much reviled Twitter does though, it’s far more civilised.

Of those I’ve blocked on Twitter, most are cabal or Wokerati … natch … but a fair few are “our side”.  The enemy produce the filth, our Daily Mail minded people rush to bring the filth to us, all the while saying, “Tut tut, isn’t it shocking?!”  The enemy laughs into its lunch, fit to burst.

I. Do. Not. Wish. To. See. Other people’s nauseating filth. Esp the enemy’s.