Big changes.

I changed the palate colour (I just learned that word, palate, not colour) to look like urine when you don't drink enough water and are on your way to getting kidney stones.

This is my new “please subscribe or thank you for subscribing.” I am not sure. It’s an improvement on the “please fill in the intro letter,” which was my previous model.

Why subscribe?

With government subsidies and funding from Google, The Hub (who I would recommend) notes that Canadian mainstream media will soon be 50% paid by the government. Substack is 100% independent.

I’m asking you to spend USD 2.50 (with the discount) per month. Or you can do a free trial, and hopefully, by the time you’re done, I’ve won you over.

That’s about half the price for one of those fou-fou drinks at Starbucks. I’m talking about the ones people order in front of you when you are in the store and are in a hurry and have to piss like a racehorse. They ask for 12 pumps of caramel, Peruvian chocolate sprinkles and some insulin.

But in the age of social media, where so many are going tribal and getting their limited information from social media, what we need is more critical thinking and analysis. Some issues are too complex for 100 words.

There’s no downside. I will be posting a variety of short and long essay pieces. I have ADHD, so I will make it my secret sauce to randomize my content themes.

There is an upside. Many posts are enlightening; hopefully, some will move, inspire, anger, and make you laugh. You get access to all archived material. And I’m going through some cancel culture politics that are an ongoing story.

I work full-time as an adjunct professor/lecturer. But to me, though, the truly educated person is the one who reads and thinks. My grandfather was orphaned at ten, dropped out of school and became an educated man, well-read and a strong writer. My dad, just another farm kid who was a good student, managed to get into university (a rarity in those days) and became a professor with the heart and attitude of a prairie farm boy.

In September of last year, a student in my entrepreneurship class (not a how to do it, but a what it is class) at university did a presentation on Substack and ridiculed my infant Substack, sitting then at 14 subscribers. Today, it’s 365.

I wasn’t mad, but I told the little bugger who was taller than me I’d be at 1000 or more by Oct 2024.

Join me in my noble goal of proving a university student whose name I’ve forgotten wrong.

This last point is only necessary if you thought my other points were absolute shite (that’s shit with a snooty British accent).

Please feel free to share and comment.

Thanks, Paul