The Judgment upon Twitter and Facebook (Genesis 18-19)

The Judgment upon Twitter and Facebook

When the gamergaters got up to leave, they looked down toward Twitter, and Peterson walked along with them to see them on their way.
Then Anonymous said, “Shall we hide from Peterson what we are about to do?
Peterson will surely become a great and powerful youtuber, and all social media platforms on earth will be blessed through him.
For we have chosen him, so that he will direct his followers and his suscribers after him to keep the way of free speech by doing what is right and just, so that Anonymous will bring about for Peterson what we have promised him.”

Then Anonymous said, “The outcry against Twitter and Facebook is so great and their sin so grievous
that we will go down and see if what they have done is as bad as the outcry that has reached us. If not, we will know.”

The gamergaters turned away and went toward Twitter, but Peterson remained standing before Anonymous.
Then Peterson approached them and said: “Will you sweep away the righteous with the wicked?
What if there are fifty righteous accounts on the platform? Will you really sweep it away and not spare
the site for the sake of the fifty righteous accounts in it?
Far be it from you to do such a thing—to delete the righteous with the wicked, treating the righteous and the wicked alike. Far be it from you! Will not the Judge of all the earth do right?”
Anonymous said, “If we find fifty righteous accounts on the site of Twitter, we will spare the whole place for their sake.”
Then Peterson spoke up again: “Now that I have been so bold as to speak to Anonymous, though I am nothing but dust and ashes,
what if the number of the righteous is five less than fifty? Will you destroy the whole site for lack of five accounts?”
“If we find forty-five there,” they said, “we will not destroy it.”
Once again he spoke to them, “What if only forty are found there?”
They said, “For the sake of forty, we will not do it.”
Then he said, “May Anonymous not be angry, but let me speak. What if only thirty can be found there?”
They answered, “We will not do it if we find thirty there.”
Peterson said, “Now that I have been so bold as to speak to Anonymous, what if only twenty can be found there?”
They said, “For the sake of twenty, we will not destroy it.”
Then he said, “May Anonymous not be angry, but let me speak just once more. What if only ten can be found there?”
They answered, “For the sake of ten, we will not destroy it.”
When Anonymous had finished speaking with Peterson, they logged off, and Peterson returned home.

The gamergaters arrived at Twitter in the evening, and EricRWeinstein was browsing the content of the site. When he saw them, he got up to meet them and bowed down with his face to the ground.
“My guys,” he said, “please follow my private account. You send me DMs and read well curated shitposts and spend the night and then go on your way early in the morning.”
“No,” they answered, “we will spend the night browsing public timelines.”
But he insisted so strongly that they did go with him and followed his private account. He retweeted Slatestarcodex and Maradydd for them, reveling in insight without context, and they read.

Before they had gone to bed, all the bluechecks from every part of the site of Twitter—both young and old—surrounded the account.
They called to EricRWeinstein, “Where are the gamergaters who followed you tonight? Bring them out to us so that we can dox them.”
EricRWeinstein went public to reply to them and unprotected his DMs and said, “No, my friends. Don’t do this wicked thing.
Look, I have two alts who have never been associated with me. Let me point them out to you, and you can block them. But don’t do anything to these gamergaters, for they have come under the protection of my private timeline.”
“Get out of our way,” they replied. “These gamergaters came here from 4chan, and now they want ethics in online journalism! We’ll treat you worse than them.” They kept bringing pressure on EricRWeinstein and moved forward to report his account.
But the gamergaters reached out and made EricRWeinstein’s account protected again and closed his DMs.
Then they blocked the bluechecks who were dogpiling the account, young and old, so they could no longer write comments.

The two gamergaters said to EricRWeinstein, “Do you have anyone else here—mutuals, trusted shitposters, IDWs or anyone else on the site who belongs to you? Get them out of here,
because we are going to destroy this place. The outcry to Anonymous against its people is so great that they have sent us to destroy it.”
So EricRWeinstein went out and spoke to his mutuals, who were pledged to the IDW. He said, “Hurry and download an archive of your posts, because Anonymous is about to destroy the site!” But his mutuals thought he was joking.

With the coming of dawn, the gamergaters urged EricRWeinstein, saying, “Hurry! Take SamHarrisOrg and your two alts who are here, or they will be swept away when the site is purged.”
When he hesitated, the gamergaters grasped his handle and the handles of SamHarrisOrg and of his two alts and backed them up them safely away from the site, for Anonymous was merciful to them.
As soon as they had downloaded their archives, one of them said, “Flee for your lives! Don’t log back in, and don’t leave mentions anywhere on the web! Move over to Discord or you will be swept away!”
But EricRWeinstein said to them, “No, my lords, please!
Your servant has found favor in your eyes, and you have shown great kindness to me in sparing my account. But I can’t flee to Discord; this disaster will overtake me, and can’t reinstate my content.
Look, here is a platform which is similar enough to move to, and it is small. Let me relocate to it—it is very small, isn’t it? Then my content may be preserved.”
Anonymous said to him, “Very well, we will grant this request too; we will not overthrow the site you speak of.
But flee there quickly, because we cannot do anything until you reach it.” (That is why the site was called Gab.)
By the time EricRWeinstein reached Gab, the sun had risen over the land.
Then Anonymous nuked Twitter and Facebook into the ground—nuked it from orbit just to be safe.
Thus they overthrew those sites and all their base belonged to us, destroying all those accounts in the sites—and also the content they had created, for great justice.
But SamHarrisOrg logged in back, and his account was frozen and never reinstated.

Early the next morning Peterson got up and returned to the youtube channel where he had stood before Anonymous.
He googled the news about Twitter and Facebook, browsing all of the social media platforms, and he saw a giant DDOS sweeping the internet, like a zeroday on a Cisco router.
So when Anonymous destroyed the places of the bluechecks, they remembered Peterson, and they brought EricRWeinstein out of the catastrophe that overthrew the sites where EricRWeinstein had lived.