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If You’ve Ever Wondered What it Means to “Violate Community Standards”

You know that saying about “no good deed ever goes unpunished?” That shit is true, folks. And I stepped in a stinking pile of it just because I supported a fellow writer and former editor of the Publication Which Shall Go Unnamed, and discovered, once again, how bloody dangerous a cult-mentality can be.

And I’m still trying to scrape it off my shoe.

I say former editor because she was kicked off for doing her job as an editor: Which was to attempt to fix the Tsunami of crap that gushes from the pub, daily. Apparently, she was too good at her task and, since the publication spouts twaddle about its inclusivity, it appears they didn’t like the fact that she didn’t believe lousy writers should be “included.”

As this latest drama has gotten convoluted even for me, I’ll try to lay this out as simply as possible. So let’s begin with the random article that I posted my comment on:

Illumination Lost An Editor, and It’s Not Her Loss, It’s Ours

Oops. Now you know the name of the pub.

As I said, it was a statement supporting the ousted editor because when people have supported me here, for whatever reason, I try to reciprocate.

Now, here is a story from another of the cult’s editors who is unnamed, as you shall see. Because cowards…well, that’s what they do. In it, the dubious editor called me out for my comment, after extolling the virtues of the Almighty publications owner who I’m guessing has some sort of Jim Jones appeal. Although for the life of me, I can’t see it. Maybe he’s great in the sack. Or “Slack,” take your pick.

Here’s the line from the above-referenced story that not only crossed the line but has me wondering if I should take action:

Observing your obsession with Illumination recently, your approach resembles the metaphor of one who desperately wants to sleep with her X.

As my friends here will see, I responded to this piece of dung, because, even though I know better, I can only take so much, and to be called out like this is unacceptable. I know what you’re thinking, but, even when I’ve written less-than-flattering pieces about some of the individuals here, I don’t call them out the way this coward did, me. My response must have gotten the “editor’s” cult-sanctioned undies in a twist, because they commented with the following, calling me “jealous,” and worse. Sure. Everyone knows I’m “jealous” of Illumination.

Here’s the comment:

Thank you for reading and commenting. I approached you with the language of kindness, but you don’t seem to understand this dialect well. I can speak in your vernacular too.

Firstly, your defensive message indicates your jealousy — no doubt about it.

Secondly, I’m so scared of your threats, almost peeing my pants now — from laughter :-)

Thirdly, how about your crap?! Those stories of yours seem to portray just obscenity, genitalia, and mostly bitching about other people as if craving attention. What type of readers will be educated with your crap? Definitely not me.

Do you think you are talented? You show your insecurities by bashing the poor beginners, well-projected inner conflict. From my observations, only mediocre stick their nose on other’s businesses.

Fourthly, I have no intention of engaging with you. Your content is not my cup of tea. I choose not to drink poison.

I just wanted to remind your boundaries as you went too far. I’m not as nice as my mentor. I don’t care about your thoughts regarding our pubs. I’ve no tolerance for bullies.

All I want is to leave us alone and mind your own business. We are happy who we are. We don’t need your useless pity or approval.

If you ever throw up on any articles attacking our pub writers, you will get my response in your particular language as intense as it gets.

Please throw up somewhere permitted. We don’t entertain negative vibes here. You can find thousands of other pubs, most likely, a few might amuse your obsessions and chronic whining.

Cheers.

Now, I don’t have to be a psychiatrist or psychologist to know that this is a sick individual. Sick AF, in my humble opinion.

Note the shitty grammar, first. Quelle surprise! Obviously, English is their third language. And the remarks about “obscenities and genitalia.” I wonder what this psycho has against genitalia. Perhaps that’s part of his, or her problem.

“Hey you, you either need more pu#sy or more di#k!”

Without the slightest doubt, I know that if it was me, who posted inflammatory and clearly deranged crap like this, I’d get the “smackdown heard ‘round the platform.” Or, worse. Also, note, that I haven’t written about this publication in ages, other than this recent comment of support. Stupid me. Yet, I’ve heard that the Almighty One and his minions have trashed me on his Slack channel.

I am honored.

Without further ado, I’ll just say it: I think some of these people are not just crazy, but scary. Like Trump supporters, unpredictable time bombs who have their heads stuck so far up their leader’s bum, they can’t see the forest for the trees. Cowards who hide behind their “titles” rather than show themselves for the lemmings they are.

If you’re read Medium’s “Rules,” then you know all of the above is a clear violation of said rules.

The question is, what do I do about it?

Sherry McGuinn
Sherry McGuinnhttps://medium.com/@sherrymcguinn
Sherry McGuinn is a long-time, Chicago area, advertising/marketing writer, blogger and, for the last fifteen years, screenwriter. A big-time dreamer and proud of it, Sherry has had two short films produced, one in L.A., the other in New York. Both won several awards and screened at festivals but she is still "fighting the good fight," in order to become a full-time, working screenwriter. A passionate straight-shooter who never rests on her laurels, Sherry writes about damn near everything because how do you encapsulate…life? Unflinching in her determination to “just tell the truth,” Sherry strives to educate, engage and inspire others to follow their dreams. A lifelong animal lover and advocate, Sherry resides in a Chicago suburb with her husband and their three fabulous felines.

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