Grand Bargin

If I feel the need to revert back to form and toss some virulence around here and there in my death spiral, I'll make a gentleman's agreement not to tweet any frothing incivility and then wait to see if Google suspends me with assurances that "no content will be deleted". I've nothing particular in mind other than the knowledge I'm going down in flames. If a cop kills me accidentally, a "disabled lives matter" doesn't seem so satisfyingly chic as the other matters trending.