If I were here on a green card, I could be arrested for posting this article. Or for anything at all. Or for nothing.
If I were Palestinian, I could be deported to the killing fields of Gaza for the crime of acknowledging that they exist. Or for the crime of being Palestinian.
You always own your intellectual property, mailing list, and subscriber payments. With full editorial control and no gatekeepers, you can do the work you most believe in.
Every time I see another hot take about how Palm Sunday is a protest (?) and Jesus was there to free the Jews from the Romans (please stop) I’m going to reshare this—sorry!
There’s a type of person who reads a memoir or even a novel with the intention of declaring whether the author is good or bad, whether the author is right or wrong, as if all writing is advertisement for one’s purity & goodness. What a soulless and turgid little way to pass your life.