Why does it seem that Quora's "moderators" base their moderations on personal beliefs and views by deleting answers that are only violating their personal feelings?

It seems that way to you, Dan Lindsey, because like most MAGA Trump-fellating cult dingbats, you have no idea how the world works, but you’re totally oblivious to the depths of your own ignorance.

Does not mean Quora moderators deleted your comment, you doorknob.

Given that you can’t even summon such intellectual prowess to comprehend how a social media site works, it’s unsurprising your political views are what they are. Your orange messiah says he loves the uneducated, and in you, Dan, he has truly found the shining exemplar of his chosen people.

Was there a British ‘genocide’ of Aboriginal Australians?

Your content here fills a much needed space. Reading what you’ve written so far, I am left with the opinion you couldn’t learn how to pour piss out of a boot if the instructions were on the heel.

Learn how things work, you bankrupt traffic cone. Quora is not 4chan or Reddit. Here on Quora, the person who writes an answer can delete any comment on it.

I’d love to explain exactly how Quora works so that you can comprehend it, but I’m all out of puppets and crayons.

Hi, I’m Jo. My best friend died 2 years ago today. My husband died 6 months later. So, I’m a depressed mess (we were married 28 years) and can’t shake it. Even my Brother is worried. Some days I don’t do anything, and avoid men cause I don’t want to date. Any suggestions? Thanks for reading.

This:

Cheers.

I look forward to muting you with such enthusiasm, I plan to not read your content multiple times in the future.

What's your review of the movie Poor Things?

Your comments aren’t being deleted by Quora moderation, Dan, you weapons-grade chicken nugget. They’re being deleted by the people whose answers you pollute with your dull and dim bloviations, because you seem unable to raise political discourse above the level of “hurr durr, you are stupid, hurr hurr hurr.” Your presence in any conversation serves not to illuminate the subject so much as to cast the sort of pall upon it one might find in a dimly lit alley used for storing dumpsters and disposing of bodies, only less appealingly fragrant.