Migrant bloggers! I’m starting to consider taking down my substack, but it stinks! Why’d they have to ruin it? They ruin fuckin everything. Who’s They? The owners of everything we try to use for connection, sharing knowledge, and socialization. They have to pour poison down its throat. Pretty soon they’ll come and ruin this, ruin any chance of using the internet to express humanity. Goddamit. Who are these Nazis that substack purportedly platforms? Are they really getting inshitificationed? Are they going to shit on us? I didn’t know Nazis could write more than a few sentences, so Idk how the hell some Nazis joined substack. And I heard they (substack) are platforming (new verb) what’s his name: Tate? Some asshole. Well, so much for that. I’ve written so many blogs, and I saved a lot of them. I want to download my shit on substack and sign off for good. But I got my family to get on there to follow me and now they like it! This process and wherever you are in it, it’s easy to look back at people, even your own family, who’s a few steps behind you (still has Amazon Prime, still shops at Target, doesn’t hate Elon Musk, uses ChatGPT to look up the easiest shit, enjoys convenience if the price of it isn’t obvious and they can ignore it for awhile longer. Then you’re out here like a lunatic— don’t shop there!@. don’t use that! And people are like (rightly so), don’t fuckin judge me. but we should keep judging them. because people who judged me got through to me. This was partly possible because I’m so wishy washy (like soap), and have the audacity to cast off old skins. I’m willing to change. And even change back. My core (whom I can hardly know) is essential and timeless (whatever time is). Anyway, is it my own wish for convenience that I don’t want to delete my stuff on substack instantly? Well, yes. I’ll get to it. Because I get to things! Everyone in my family gets to it, even if we’re extremely defensive at first. Words repeat in my head. The worms of my brain work independently, and for free.