My Pillow CEO Mike Lindell PERMANENTLY BANNED by twitter for challenging election

T

Text Drivers are Killers

Joe Biden - "Time to put Trump in the bullseye."
HAHAHA. Everybody knows the election was stolen so dems must resort to mass censorship.

https://nypost.com/2021/01/26/my-pillow-ceo-mike-lindell-permanently-banned-from-twitter/

jan 26 2021 Twitter banned My Pillow CEO Mike Lindell from the platform after he used his account to spread baseless claims about fraud in the presidential election.

Twitter said Tuesday that it permanently suspended Lindell — a staunch ally of former President Donald Trump — because of his “repeated violations” of the company’s civic integrity policy, which it implemented last fall to clamp down on misinformation.

Twitter didn’t say which of Lindell’s posts pushed it over the edge. But he had used his personal account and My Pillow’s corporate account in recent months to post and share bogus rumors about widespread election fraud that appeared aimed at undermining President Biden’s victory.
Click to expand...
 
Who, this guy?

2356d7d29a494702e38aa7a29e9ae38396af8cf6.jpg
 
Mr. Pillow better start lawyering up, he has some serious legal issues coming his way. ROTFLMAO!

I don't think I will ever get tired of Winning.
 
CASPER said:
Mr. Pillow better start lawyering up, he has some serious legal issues coming his way. ROTFLMAO!

I don't think I will ever get tired of Winning.
Click to expand...

The ones who need to lawyer up are the officials and vote counters who stole the election. Like your friend ruby freeman.
 
he's a wierdo, maybe he should have instead severed biden's head in effigy and posted the bloody thing on his feed. at least he'd still have his account.


I divested from twitter, the blowback on the overall censoring actions of twitter is going to cause a ton of blowback.
 
Bull&Terrier said:
I divested from twitter, the blowback on the overall censoring actions of twitter is going to cause a ton of blowback.
Click to expand...

I doubt it. As the parade of "woke" movies that keep getting green-lit after similar ones bomb should tell you, losing money is secondary to ideology.
 
Legion said:
I doubt it. As the parade of "woke" movies that bomb and keep getting green-lit anyway should tell you, losing money is secondary to ideology.
Click to expand...

yes! the fiat currency banksters will just keep printing all the totalitariani$m it takes to implement their sick great reset.
 
AssHatZombie said:
prolly not.
Click to expand...

Very wise.

Remember, he's the moron who posted this (and boasted that he was "published" because some newspaper printed his letter to the editor).

Yank Apenis said:
In another thread, Havana Moon and I got to discussing Frank Sinatra. I mentioned an essay I had written (that got published by a couple of newspapers)...and decided to post it here. It was a personal remembrance of Sinatra on the anniversary of his death. The voice was unmistakable even though he was speaking rather than singing. He was saying, “Excuse me, sir. Sir!” I turned and saw Frank Sinatra heading across the lawn toward me. He had his arm extended in my direction—a half-filled rocks glass in his hand. “Would you mind freshening this for me, please,” he said, “just some ice, no more booze.” The part about “no more booze” was delivered with that mischievous grin he used at least once in almost every movie he ever made. The thought that ran through my mind was, “Would I mind? I’ll brag to my friends about it!”, but the professional bartender in me took control and all I actually said was, “Sure thing, Mr. Sinatra.” Bartenders and waiters doing gigs at posh parties often get to rub shoulders with the stars and movers of our world—and I was encountering the great Frank Sinatra at this particular get-together. It was being held on a magazine-cover estate in the Hamptons owned by Mrs. I-Got-Lotsa-Bucks who was just back from China with a couple of lion statues that everybody was gushing over. Sinatra was the guest of honor—accompanied by his wife Barbara, Gregory Peck and his wife. Peck, by the way, declined my offer to get him something from the bar with, “No thank you. A young lady is already getting me a beer.” His voice was the same deep, mellow velvet you hear in his movies and I swear to you, it sounded like a line from Shakespeare. At the time, I was an instructor at a bartending school in Manhattan. The call for five experienced waiter/bartenders for the private party had come in two weeks earlier and I quickly put together a crew of three instructors, myself being one, and two advanced students. Mrs. Lotsabucks had called the school personally and had gone out of her way to stress that Sinatra was to be her guest of honor—so as you can imagine, we were all very excited. And she had made an unusual request: Would we make up a drink to honor her distinguished guest? Well, we were the largest bartending school in the world and on any given day there were more than 100 student bartenders working behind three very well stocked (with colored water) bars. We certainly had plenty of talent to work on the request; so we had a competition. As the supervising instructor, I was the sole judge. And in an incredible stroke of good fortune, I also won the contest. Hey! Lemme tell you about it and you decide if my decision was on the mark! During the setup to the contest, I told everybody to concentrate on the name of the drink. Ingredients are secondary to names when dealing with fad drinks. A Harvey Wallbanger, Fuzzy Navel, Sex on the Beach and all that lot didn’t get popular by tasting better than other drinks. They just had names that attracted. Nobody listened to me. They all put together weird concoctions (mostly with Jack Daniels, Sinatra’s favorite liquor, as a main ingredient) and almost none of them tagged a name to their entry. I, on the other hand, simply dropped a shot of Blue Curacao liqueur into a standard Vodka Collins and claimed victory. Blue Curacao is a liqueur made from the peels of tiny blue oranges grown on the Caribbean Island of Curacao; including it gives every drink a beautiful, pale blue color. So we had a pale blue drink in a frosted glass filled with ice…and the name, Ol’ Blue Ice!” Tell me that ain’t a winner. Sinatra never did get to taste one. In fact, when we got to the gig, which featured two beautiful mermaids (they wore tails, but no tops) sitting on a structure built into the center of the swimming pool, the hostess decided not to go with the special drink and didn’t even want to know what we had come up with. I guess she didn’t want the other famous guests (Peck and Cary Grant were there) thinking they were not special. At one point late in the party, Frank and Barbara Sinatra again approached me. He didn’t want anything; she did, but didn’t know just what. While she was mulling over her choices, I had the perfect opportunity to suggest an Ol’ Blue Ice, but lost my nerve. I think the hostess and I both screwed up big time. Now he’s gone, he would have turned 100 in December of (the year I wrote this) and all I have is this story. I enjoyed the PBS special on him last month; I suspect many people my age did. Anyway, sometime this week I’ll make myself an Ol’ Blue Ice and sip it down in his memory. I know where I keep the Sinatra CD’s…now I gotta remember what I did with the Blue Curacao?
Click to expand...
 
You must log in or register to reply here.
Back
Top