I don’t have the guts to do it!

Fucking South Park, right?

Harbinger of fart jokes back when I was 13. And over the last 23 seasons (23!!), something that has become one of the most relevant sources of social satire this world has ever seen. 500 years from now, when we talk about the entertainment of the last millennium, it will be Shakespeare, the Beatles, and two guys named Trey and Matt.

I joined Twitter recently. For those of you who aren’t quite in the know, Instagram has been getting way more puritanical. I know “models” like myself, and for offenses that aren’t grievous, or for that matter, don’t violate the TOS, they’ve been pulled off. Deleted. The secretary has disavowed all knowledge of their actions.

About two months ago, I decided it might not be a bad idea to join Twitter. I heard the fields were green there. Fertile. Fecund. Prosperous, in a way where good, upstanding men and women could broadcast whatever they want to broadcast, without fear of persecution, or retribution. Come one, come all, be what you are, and as you are.

And, with great power comes great responsibility. I’m not easily offended, so I really don’t give a shit about the myriad strangeness that’s present. On the contrary – more power to it! But after exploring it for this little bit of time, I find one point of objection... it’s a little aimless. Meh. As the old saying goes, “It’s Twitter.”

Caveat emptor, I’m going to keep my Twitter. After a few years of all of my input being either on here, or on Instagram, it is nice to have an easy-going place to post the old pictures from Instagram (I could be deleted any day!), with some text based updates on what those pictures are all about. Plus, there are some oldies-but-goodies that were posted elsewhere, and if the medium warrants it, why the hell not.

Call it a new form of self-expression, call it long-latent FOMO, or call it self preservation, for that inevitable day when the lone-wolf, party horn “fwhooooo-ooooohh!!!” 100K ceremony turns in to a letter from Marky-Zuck and the Funky Bunch, telling me that I’m not welcome there anymore.

In the meanwhile, I resort to sweet satire.

(If anyone from South Park Studios, Comedy Central, or any of its affiliates, subsidiaries, or partners sees this, or has any objections to my using a sliver of your show for easy-going commentary, I’ll say sorry, I can take it down if you ask, and will be so kind as to remind you that this post, ”due to its content it should not be viewed by anyone.“)