the older bits

where the buffalo roam (C) Carol Joy Shannon

In July of 2019 I started writing for MEDIUM. It was a little different platform, showcasing articles from big news organizations alongside essays from little people like me. I liked the concept because it gave me a wider audience, almost immediately, and allowed me to monetize my work without having to have ten thousand “followers.”

I wrote there for more than a year, and published some pieces I was proud of. The analytics allowed me to see what was read, and when, by whom, and even how much of a piece got read. It allowed me to continue to earn little bits of money on everything. Each time someone “clapped” for a piece, I got a penny or so. When you write or paint, you generally have no idea how your work is really received, so that is valuable information.

But somewhere during the mess that was 2020, MEDIUM added Colin Kapernaek to their board of directors. I’d always known I was a tiny conservative Christian voice in a big noisy group of leftists, but that was a bridge too far. I’d stopped watching football because of Colin Kapernaek, and I had been a passionate, lifelong fan.

So, when July of 2020 rolled around I didn’t renew my own subscription, but I kept writing the occasional essay. I figured, if they didn’t kick me off for the way I thought, perhaps it was good to be the voice in the wilderness.

But sometime in the fall, when the election was stolen and the lies got louder, I decided that it just wasn’t worth it. I’ve lived in countries where communism had reigned, and it seemed rash to have honest thoughts on a platform teeming with social justice warriors ready to track us down and kill us — even if only figuratively. Besides, as a man who works in the film industry recently said, “the checks are signed by Satan.”

So, I quietly slipped away and came back here. My presence on MEDIUM became a blank page which, according to a faithful friend says “that page no longer exists.” Just as well.

I won’t be as outspoken here. We are moving into a communist era in our country and I don’t trust our so-called leaders now to make even the weakest stand for “free speech.” But in the next few days I will be re-posting some of the more thoughtful MEDIUM pieces, for your consideration.

One thing I will write more of here are thoughts about faith. Our country has lost its way, in the name of political correctness and globalism. Our current leaders have no faith. They mock those of us who do, considering us uneducated and unsophisticated. I mean, really, “God?” Their god is “science,” but they don’t even get that right. So, I will stick my neck out and talk about God, because our country was founded on Christian principles and natural law. We forget that at the peril of freedom itself.

I’ll try not to be too “heavy.” But it’s important to take a stand. When a public school makes a prayer room for muslims and doesn’t allow Bibles, something is wrong.

I might even throw in a book review, here and there. After all, what we now have the most of is time.

Thank you so much for taking time to read. Some day you may not have that freedom.

CJS, the Lowcountry, Groundhog Day 2021

About Carol Joy Shannon

A former sailor of the seven seas, living in my beloved Lowcountry, between the blackwater swamps and the saltmarshes, surrounded by pre-revolutionary history.....thinking about current events....painting dinosaurs and other whimsical animals for children, with the occasional abstract or new cityscape for my delightful collectors. The best thing about being a seasoned old salt is sitting down not running around, so...
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