H ello, I’m new here, though you might know me from the other place. The sun is shining in the sky, there ain’t a cloud in sight, I’m here for good humour and polite social media intercourse. Thanks for the starter pack.
Welcome, then, to Bluesky , where the algorithm isn’t jammed hard-right, the self-policing not too strong-arm, though there was that strange chap who listed the schools everyone attended. After the Twitterectomy (to use Nick Cave’s indelicate term for this liberal migration) to a promised land where Elon Musk doesn’t quote-tweet articles on the Great Replacement Theory as being “interesting”. Now, how would this new Xanadu shape up when placed into the hottest kiln of public debate known to humankind? Forget geopolitics and burning social issues, forget even Donald Trump, the truest test is a Premier League weekend.
The low-mood agony of an international break had heightened anticipation while allowing further time for social media migrants crossing the great divide. Did we revive the spirit of 2011, legacy Twitter’s breakthrough year, those high times of Follow Friday, everyone cracking on famously, apart from the odd pile-on? Thinking back, those got pretty nasty, especially on football Twitter. So far, so friendly and cuddly, perhaps a little too antiseptic, though that seems a necessary step.
Everyone’s older, and if not wiser they know how things can turn. Reading X replies now is a glance into a seething well of bile and misinformati.
