My Dad said when you have nothing good to say then say nothing at all, but I can't stay quiet much longer.
I'm not going to write a post about how other users plagiarize my comments and cut and paste them as their own hoping to get an upvote from gentlebot.
I'm not going to write a post about empty comments.
I'm not going to write about the fact that crypto SBD are holding less value than the Solomon Island Dollar (SBD) at the moment.
I'm not going to write about self votes for one or three word comments that reward more than my rewards in a week.
I'm not going to write about the repetition of empty content.
I'm not going to write about comedy posts that are not funny but are just tag abusers.
I'm not going to write anything.
I'm just going to say "thank you" for the people who put up with this every day and continue to post on Steemit. We are here because of a dream. It is not a dream to get rich. It wouldn't matter if Steem was at 1,000 USD or 93 cents. It's a dream of decentralized media and communities that support content.
What I'm trying to say can be best expressed in a short story:
Once upon a time – of all the good days in the year, on Christmas Eve –old Spammer sat busy in his spamming-house. Old Spammer was a squeezing, wrenching, grasping, scraping, clutching, covetous, old sinner! And dark cloud sat upon him.
So many had warned him of his negative behaviors.
All he answered was, "Bah" and "Humbug." External pressures and downvotes had little influence on old Spammer.
Until the ghost of his former partner Reward Raper came to visit him at night.
Old Spammer couldn't believe the super natural and took this visit from the ghost as the hallucination of a bit of undigested meat.
The spirit of Reward Raper was troubled and condemned to travel far and wide walking among his fellow men doomed to wander through the world in utter misery.
Spammer asked, "What are those chains?"
Raper answered, "These are the chains I forged in life. Every crap vote led to this and has wrapped around me. Pray tell this never happen to you my friend Spammer. By the end of the night you shall be visited by three spirits."
The first spirit was the spirit of Steemit Past. This Spirit was a Jolly Spirit who showed Spammer the way things were in 2016. It was not a perfect decentralized system. He saw a few people holding a lot of Steem. He saw huge crypto rewards go to those who would promote the steemit platform. Spammer also saw that people had fun making posts and meeting friends.
The second spirit was the spirit of Steemit Present. He saw cold money grabbers calling themselves capitalist investors. He saw bots taking over where friends once would chat. And in the corner he saw a bunch of spam piled from the floor to the ceiling saved up for "future profits". Spammer kind of blushed when he saw it. The spirit then brought him to the house of a gifted artist. For lack of other names let's call this hunger artist Tiny Tim. He lived on 20 dollars a day. And although he was crippled Tiny Tim continued with his craft faithfully day in and day out. He produced new creations of music and art, but the money he made from Steemit couldn't pay for the coal he needed to keep himself from frostbit fingers. Spammer shivered a little to think of Tiny Tim but then returned to his soft comfy bed.
The third spirit to visit was the spirit of Steemit future. This one was grim, a monster of a ghost holding a reaper in his hand. He brought spammer though blog after blog. There he found reports of a horrible man who stole rewards and filled the blockchain with meaningless comments until there was no more. His bots took over and bandwidth too was scarce. Now Spammer was angry and wanted to see who this man was. He followed the grim ghost of Steemit future until he came to an iron gate. It was an old churchyard. There he found the wretched man lay underneath the ground overrun by grass and weeds. He moved the dust away from the stone and there laid inscribed in the blockchain a name: "Spammer" forever locked there for shit comments and plagiarized posts repeated on logarithmic scale. This was blockchain hell.
Spammer screamed as he woke up in his bed. He looked out the window. No time to lose. He starting actually reading posts that he commented on and saying something about the content. He began to post pictures he took himself and write a few words in his native language. Maybe he couldn't become famous but he could become himself before it was too late.
All images found on pixabay.com
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