The believer

A company doesn't care what you write. They'd need a government order to touch you. No opinion. A contract and nothing.

Some small platform, one guy running it, can delete you the moment you annoy him. No order needed. No court. Just his mood, dressed up as a rule.

IRC, no rules at all. You don't say "she" fast enough, you're gone. No clause, no appeal. Just a man with a button and a grudge.

Store, covid, a mask. A security guard, not a cop, decided you were the enemy of the room. Your neighbour wanted you in a cage over a piece of cloth. Nobody paid him to want that.

A company has a price. A believer doesn't.