A year ago when I started tweeting with Jack about this shit, he agreed to meet with me in person. I give him a lot of credit for doing this. And we met. It was respectful. My mother taught me how to be a good guest in someone’s home. And he was a good host. We discussed all the fears I had about how Trump and the fascists (I refuse to say alt-right, that’s a bullshit term) would use Twitter to harass and silence others. We discussed Twitter’s role in the world stage. And I admired his vision, but feared his approach. Jack, and to an extent Twitter’s pet porg Biz Stone, have always believed that absolute free speech is the answer. They’re blind to the voices silenced by hate and intimidation. The voices that need to be protected. But anyone who’s ever tended a garden knows that for the good stuff to grow, you have to deal with the bad stuff. You can’t let the weeds choke the vegetables. You’ll go hungry.