Psychopath

I use Twitter about as often as I stub my toe - which is, thankfully, a rare occurance. In light of the national tragedy that occurred on November 8, I found myself on Twitter from a facebook link. It was, of course, something about Donald Trump. Someone posted a re-tweet from Donald Trump about how he was praising the electoral college (since he didn't get the popular vote). I took it upon myself to retweet a tweet from several years ago (can you say, 2012?) where Donald Trump said the electoral college was a bigly horrible thing. You know, just to highlight the man's hypocrisy.

Well... This was enough to trigger a user by the name of Lakefront Journal who must have kicked his nightstand over when he shot up in bed to ambush me with an angry spew that so far exceeded the 140 character limit that he consciously added an ellipsis to the end of each tweet as he knowingly went over the limit, repeatedly, in his demonstration of How Not to Use Twitter, spanning 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 tweets! Never mind that he completely missed my point, and didn't notice I wasn't even talking to him/her/it.

After the outburst (which I noticed the following day after receiving a barrage of email notifications in my inbox), I opted to point out that he/she/it completely missed my point, which was that The Donald is a hypocrite. I then sent a follow-up response after piecing together his segmented tirade and reading it in the proper order, pointing out his misplaced and unrelated comment about Democrats not being worthy of support, which seemed rather non-sequitur compared to the national tragedy at hand.

Holy fuck. I guess that was just the wrong thing to do. He/she/it took it so personally that he created a  blog post to manufacture a story about me, going as far as claiming that I was playing some kind of hide-and-seek game with Twitter, deleting tweets (something I didn't know you could even do - because, you know, I'm such an avid Twitter user).
Along with another butthurt tweet or two, He claimed he couldn't find my original tweet, so I told him I recognized his dishonesty and tweeted a screen shot of it to him. He REALLY didn't like that, so he called me a psychopath and blocked me.*

Good!

I guess now I can put Twitter to bed, with a post-it note reminding me why I don't use Twitter.
Good night, Lakefront Journal! Try to get some sleep.

*Since he blocked me, I can't link to that tweet (though aparently I can link to tweets I've already seen), but the text of the tweet from my email notification reads:
  "You're an absolute psychopath and you're blocked. There is no sense in attempting a dialog with you."
Looks like maybe he learned a valueable lesson about trying to inject himself into someone else's conversation, but it makes me wonder if the inmates are running the asylum.