An important announcement
It is time for me to walk the walk.
I’ve been admittedly (and shamefully) dragging my feet on this, but the time has finally come when I must close up shop here and move over to Ghost. The new address is https://gena-watches-things.ghost.io/ and though as of this writing nothing is there yet, hopefully by this time next week I’ll have both migrated everything from here and will be posting new stuff.
What does this mean for you? Well, hopefully nothing! Supposedly the migration is seamless, including subscriptions. I guess if a couple weeks go by and I see that only 12 people or so have read any of my new posts, I’ll know it didn’t work. But supposedly it will.
I don’t have to tell you why I’m doing this, but, in short, as a bleeding heart leftist, a supporter of letting trans people live in peace, and, oh, not a fucking Nazi, I can’t in good conscience continue posting here. It’s an empty gesture, I realize that. I don’t earn any money from this, so Substack doesn’t earn money from me. They will not notice, and they will change nothing about their policy of being so committed to “free speech” that they’ll continue earning money off of sentient tumors like Jesse Singal and Richard Hanania.
I wrote about it last year, noting: “Any time anyone has pushed back against Substack’s open door to potential mass shooters policy, they’ve responded with the limpest of arguments, mostly that supporting free speech means hearing what Jim Henson’s Goebbels Babies have to say, which turns out to be a lot of the same tiresome “it’s scientifically proven that Blacks have lower IQs than white people, and that Jews make their bread with the blood of Christian babies” nonsense they’ve been spouting for hundreds of years, but with a faux intellectual/philosophical edge. At least “men only go through the mentally and physically straining process of transitioning so they can win at girls’ softball” is fresh and new, come on, guys!”
I also noted that I was looking for a new outlet to post at, and then I just…didn’t. I have no excuse for that, it was laziness mostly, but also stubbornness, in a Michael Bolton “Why should I leave, he’s the one who sucks” kind of way. It was the same pointless stubbornness that made me hang in there with Twitter longer than I should have, until I finally conceded that no amount of integrity, trying to be the good guy, or holding on to an audience was worth willingly dunking myself in a toilet.
And so now, sadly, I’m at that place again. Maybe I stuck around because I hoped that the folks in charge of Substack would eventually be shamed into deplatforming people like Jesse Singal, particularly in light of how many rights have been stripped away from trans people just in the past six months. Alas, they’re making scratch off of toilet dunking. That’s perhaps the most depressing thing about all of this, the amount of people who would otherwise consider themselves centrists figuring out that there’s good money to be made in spotlighting these creeps and monsters.
I can’t in good conscience be even tangentially associated with it anymore. And yes, I realize by the fact that I’m also still active on Facebook it makes me a hypocrite, but I have to work through that. As I said, it’s all very depressing.
But! Since I know you’ll want to read my thoughts on the alpha zombie giant dong in 28 Years Later, I press forward, yet again starting anew somewhere else, and I’ll hope you join me, as I continue hoping that, eventually, this will all turn around, somehow.