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"What's Twitter?"
"It's a social network. But you can be arre—"
"Oh, I don't do that."
"You do Facebook. You keep doing updates on Facebook in the voice of the cat. You love Facebook."
"I just do Facebook for the games."
"Back to the story: so peopl—"
"Why don't people go outside anymore? We used to go outside."
"People still go outside, mum. Twitter literally doesn't stop a single person from going outside."
"No, it's all silly."
"You have derailed this conversation. You have derailed this conversation like you always do."
"Which one is Twitter, again? I think Yvonne's daughter is on it. Do you remember Yvonne's daughter?"
"I just feel like you and I are drifting ever further apart with each passing day."
"She went to Edinburgh. You remember?"
"It's like I'm talking to a ghost of a love that isn't there anymore."
"It's back, son and/or daughter. It's back and it's spread to my bones."—Fin.So on one side you've got this sort of murky and unsettling feeling that the police have broader license to quite literally police people's speech now, with this, and that getting arrested for posting on social media is modern and absurd, a flimsy thing to be arrested for, the start of Nineteen Eighty-Four style thought policing; but then on the other hand people are really bad at Twitter, and they use it consistently to harass people, and seeing as Twitter itself is arguably doing brass fuck all about it then we may as well involve the police. The fear is that people will use the fact that the police can be called over social media to be flippant with it, calling the 5–0 every time someone disagrees with them or doesn't click 'Like' on their selfie, but then that's sort of the fear with every crime, isn't it? I can call the police and tell them you did all those murders, and they'll have to talk to you about it. I can call the police and tell them your tweets are criminally bad. There is literally nothing that can stop me from being a dickhead every second of every day.
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