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This One’s For You, Dear Reader. You Are Why I Write.
The old saw about a room full of horse shit is right. I mean, write.
So just in case you didn’t hear this. Kid opens the door to a room, room is full of horse apples.
She starts digging like crazy. His father asks her why on earth?
Kid, being the eternal optimist, says, “With this much horse poop, there’s gotta be a pony in here somewhere!”
If you’ve been on Medium for a while like I have, which is since March ’18 but not as long as many others, you’ve seen and suffered through a whole lot of changes. Some of them not well-advised. You’ve also watched the Get Rich Quick Ponzi Scheme scammers infiltrate, then the influx of trollers and haters. I guess they got bored with other platforms and came looking for another place to infect. Well, they did. Like the old Poltergeist movie,
They’re heeeere…
So much so that those of us who really are here to write and to do our level best to be of service to our readers have been under attack, quite a lot lately, especially as the Summer of the Return of Trump didn’t exactly pan out. Not just that, but a whole lot of other terrible disappointments, such as this: