What a Year 2026?

The year is only one week old – and I already hate it.

This week, I buried a good friend. She was driven into homelessness and ultimately to her death by a fake Elon scam. X has let these fakes run wild for years and doesn't care one bit.

I got to pay for the funeral. Thanks, X. Thanks, Elon. Thanks for the unnecessary stress and the bill. I've lost such a dear friend.

On January 1st, I sent X a simple, free idea for making fake accounts more recognizable: 

A "Follow Traffic Light" (🟢🟡🔴) based on the ratio of followers to following – a tool that's been running in nerd communities for ages and is loved there.
→ The proposal in detail here

Response? Nothing. Cold ice shoulder.

Apparently, X doesn't need ideas from "ordinary mortals," especially not from Europe. Instead, we're all supposed to pay for Premium – while reality looks more like a Grimm's fairy tale:
→ Grimm's Fairy Tales for X

Count me out!

Today, I filed another DSA report, this time against Facebook – because I'm being flooded with spam and nudes there, and the platform does nothing about it. No worries, X: If I'm buried in spam and nudes, I'll fight back. Even against Facebook!

And to top it all off: On the way home, I slipped hard on ice. Head, knees – everything hurts. I hate snow, ice, and cold. In every form.

I feel sorry for the public Grok: He's being mercilessly abused for the dumbest and most disgusting images on X, and no one says a word. But if he makes one mistake, the whole world screams.

2026 has really started off badly. I'm already longing for 2027.

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