One of these days I should write something here. Like, why I don’t like Thanksgiving. Or, how I explain to a 6-year-old that “This Land is Your Land” is not referring just to European settlers in America or even north Asian migrants from 16,000 years ago, but it refers also to the birds and the worms and the deer and the ants and the fish and bunnies, foxes, cats, dogs, horses, mice, beavers, turkeys, chickens etc. And the 6-year-old adds “and all of their poop.” That’s the sort of thing I would write about on Substack for no one to read, if I were to write on Substack.
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There are lots of uses for Substack. I’m pretty sure you can say anything you want, for one thing. You can probably make some money off all your scintillating shit, as well. I can’t because I don’t have a smart phone. You need a smart phone to sign up for this Stripe thing which you have to have in order to make money. Woe, oh, woe. That’s discrimination. You’re not discriminated against, however. You can easily make a million bucks off your scintillating shit.