Why I've let The Bloviating Grievance-Toad into my BlueSky house.

And why you don't have to if you don't want to.

Today I started my morning with my new routine—not doomscrolling through the toxic mess that is my Twitter notifications while gulping down calming cups of coffee, but having a leisurely browse through my BlueSky feed. It’s a revelation. I’ve not been called a “filthy commie” once, my DMs aren’t a litany of death threats, and for a few fleeting moments,…