Which means that, no matter how depraved Twitter becomes under its reigning proprietor, you have to be there, even if he despises you.
Last October, the richest manchild in human history fell into the trap he had dug for himself. Elon Musk was forced to purchase Twitter at an absurd price. He had no clear idea of what to do with his new acquisition, other than realising a fatuous idea about “free speech”. It was like watching a monkey acquire a delicate clock: the new owner started thrashing wildly about, slashing the headcount (from 8,000 to about 1,500) – in the process losing many of the people who knew how the machine worked – and generally having tantrums while tweeting incontinently from the smallest room in the company’s San Francisco headquarters.
Therefore it’s going to work, isn’t it? Because the journalistic classes have to be here, so therefore so do the advertisers, therefore…..