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⚔️ Twits

"Open up Twitter and write a story about the first image you see."

Twitter is an incredible social media platform, the predilect space for millions of users throughout the world to inform themselves. The most hostile place on the internet and where fake news spread in minutes. Also, where the presidents of some countries threat themselves to start a nuclear war. 

    I tried to write today's essay with wit and without malice. I do not intend to trigger an unnecessary fight. That said, let us begin.


    Firstly, I opened my laptop, activated my notepad, initiated Opera Mini, clicked over the blue-bird icon on my bookmarks section, and entered Twitter. The default menu was "Profile." Side note, I surprised myself with how isolated my newsfeed was. 


    Secondly, I clicked the "Home" button, a Joe Biden's post began to materialize in front of me. Thank you, bad internet. The tweet reads: "There are just two days until election day. Can you chip in to help us reach every last voter before polls close on Tuesday?"—a link was accompanied by a picture, too.

    

    After reading it, I ask myself: Why did Twitter show me first a post from Joe Biden than one from Donald Trump? Perhaps the algorithm notices I spend more time reading the Democratic nominee posts than the president's ones. 

   
    We are two days away from election week. It will not be a day. I belong to those around the country whose function is reading news, sharing an opinion, and leaving everything else there, not getting involved in discussions. The only way I could contribute to my new country is by voting by mail, spreading the word, and reporting fake accounts on Facebook. Besides, I admit I push the like button the same amount of time for both candidates. If I get into the platform, I entrust myself to doing that. Life gets boring when you only follow posts from one guy or political party. 

    
    The reality with the former Vicepresident's posts is that I care what he has to say because he speaks what I desire to hear. On the other hand, with the Republican candidate, I enjoy laughing at his comments. The sense he gives in his messages is engaging and full of bitterness. How can he engage thousands of people around the world? It is unbelievable. Even I got seduced by him for a couple of months.


    Once I have finished reading the candidate's story for the thirteenth time, I decided to help. It would not be much money; however, it could make a difference, I thought. 


    This small action made me feel incredibly proud. Nonetheless, I did not help the Biden campaign but the platform Vote.org. Why did I do that? Simple, I do not like being partisan. If the country "needs me," I will contribute according to my possibilities.


    Finally, as a Latino, I acknowledge my vote counts. As an American, I know my three-dollar contribution helps someone. I am anxious to discover who would be the Commander in chief for the next four years. I hope the judge Amy Coney Barrett has nothing to do with the outcome if it goes to the Supreme Court.  


    I thank the Trump administration for my new citizenship, and I thank Biden for thrusting on scientists. Good luck, guys. "Let the hunger games begin."


Onward...

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