Catchy title, right? I'm envisioning a Saturday morning cartoon.
Not that anyone asked, but I figured I'd elaborate on my social media detachment. My exit from Twitter was quite simple and, c'mon, let's face it, pretty fucking obvious -- I'm a guy desperately in need of buffers. I have big feelings, big reactions, big emotions. All the things that serve me as an artist, but challenge me as a socially-responsible human being. I've learned in most areas of my life, to bounce heated choices off other people. Co-workers, my agent, my wife, a sponsor, etc. A majority of the time, that keeps me on the right side of things. With Twitter, there was no buffer, just me, my big feelings and my big opinions. I don't regret any tweet, nor do I apologize. Everything I said was done in the spirit of social conversation, free speech and was my opinion. Right or wrong, I said it, I own it.
I also don't blame anyone for my exit. No one chased me away except me. Yes, the lazy blogosphere has given up on journalism and now trolls Twitter for their on-the-record in-depth articles. Yes, the hate outweighs the love. But my deactivation was pretty much self-preservation. Eventually, I would have said something that got me or someone else buried in a suffocating pile of irrevocable toxic man shit. Regular man shit is bad enough, but irrevocable toxic man shit, wow, that never washes out of the BVDs. Just saying.
I had dinner with Skeeter Rosenbaum tonight and we were talking about how the whole Twitter phenomenon is really indicative of what's happening in this country. And I say this in condemnation of myself as much as anyone else -- we are growing into a nation that has no time, desire or capacity for truth. All we can handle is 140 characters of knowledge. Headlines, spin, soundbites. We want other people to tell us what we should think. It's just cleaner and easier that way. Awareness, compromise and understanding are no longer tools in our social toolkit. And clearly the haters outweigh the lovers. How can they not, when pain-peddlers like TMZ and Radar thrive while community-based newspapers and time-honored periodicals crumble. America is dying of a broken heart. And we all sit on the sidelines, eat ourselves into obesity and wonder what celebrity fucked their dog today.
Wow. Sorry. Never expected that to end with dog-fucking. Anyway, I'm climbing down from my soapbox, now. Maybe I should get a radio show. NPR, Sirrius, what d'ya think? Kurt Sutter's Happy Hour?
Until then, this is Captain Qwitter signing off.
Tune in tomorrow for a new episode: Captain Qwitter and the Undercover Dildo.