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I Saw the Light
So it’s time to bring the heat.
Perhaps I should say, “more heat,” as my writing brother, P.G. Barnett, has ventured down a fiery, yet righteous path with his latest story, which I’ve linked to, below.
Talk about kismet. I’d been thinking of “sharing my feelings” about the inequities that I see taking place on this platform for a long time, now. P.G.’s piece inspired me to finally unload.
I’ve skewered Medium, before, hence my utter lack of curation. It doesn’t matter what I write, how many fans, views, or claps I receive because when it comes to the curators, all I get is crickets.
Why? Because I don’t pander and I refuse to write the same crap that I see coming and going in my inbox every single day.
The most insipid, rehashed content, amateurishly written and rife with typos. Now I know that everyone has a “typo moment.” I’ve had more than my share, but I’m talking stories that are loaded with them. When you’re one graph in and have counted at least five major “glitches,” there’s an indisputable problem.
And adding serious insult to injury, these are the stories that are routinely curated. The “Golly gee, guys, look at the shit-ton of money I made on Medium last month!” stories.
