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To My Fellow Writers
Astounded by Your Toxic Comments
You scared me off, but I'm back with a message
Somehow I managed to get to age 60 without giving a crap about politics. Happy in my bubble, let's say.
But it burst, and like a leaky basement, I couldn't ignore it anymore.
So I wrote a story.
Unfortunately, that story reopened my eyes to a level of hate and disrespect I hoped I'd never experience again.
It messed with my head enough to stop me in my tracks here on Medium.
“Learn to use criticism as fuel, and you’ll never run out of energy.” — Orrin Woodward
Well, I'm back with a new story… and a message for you.
My country, hell, our world, is dripping in corruption, misinformation and lies. We're being torn apart and pitted against one another by our governments like never before.
We see the evidence:
- in every headline
- at our borders and airports
- at the grocery store
- the gas pump
- when I do my taxes
- chat with a neighbour

