I'm in Twitter Jail today for posting "harrassment and/or threats".

Someone had mentioned something awful trump had said/done. Most responders in the thread were saying he should be in prison or exile, which of course I'm in agreement with. I recalled an episode of the Twilight Zone called "Life is Good". I've heard a lot of comparisons of trump to Anthony Fremont, the brat with supernatural powers, a short fuse & a malevolent nature. He could wish people into a nearby corn field.

You could be there forever and ever.

My remark was: "trump is a shambles, and should be thrown into the corn field."

When I woke up I saw Twitter had put me on a 12-hr Time-out; I can read it all I want, but no tweeting or liking or trying to make friends. It's the first time that's happened to me, and my face was hot. I really thought everyone knew which cornfield I was talking about.

I appealed it by saying that I'd meant to say "wished into the cornfield". I'm in my early 50's, 62 inches tall & have no interest in leaving my house. It was a terrible misunderstanding, probably based on that ending scene from the movie "Casino". I'm simply not formidable enough to either throw or wish anyone into a corn field.

I've used my spare time to clean my house to within an inch of its life and kill a pint of Ben & Jerry's. I devoutly hope that that doesn't scare anyone. By the time I'm done poring over what I could have done differently, I'll be back on Twitter.