Sol Luckman

Welcome to my world
Please make yourself comfortable
I should explain
This isn’t a free speech platform
It isn’t the public square
Or the town hall
It’s no free-for-all
It’s not your channel
And it’s no place to bare all

It’s MY HOUSE
And in MY HOUSE
As in the Good Lord’s
There are many rooms
Called YouTube, Substack, Spotify
And many other catchy names
That defy
Rhyme or reason
While somehow being pleasing

So don’t accuse me of treason
If I treat MY HOUSE
As any responsible homeowner should
By keeping it clean
Of disrespect, ingratitude and bad attitudes
And showing any and all
Trolls on the Payroll
And any other wise guys who sully my floor
Like pets that haven’t been house-trained
The DOOR OF NO RETURN

People think that just
Because they can
They should voice their opinions
In MY HOUSE
With no tact and less decorum
With no understanding
And apparently no attempt to understand
Are these NPCs or just holier-than-thou unibrows
Acting like they were raised by wolves
Except wolves are much more polite
And seem a great deal smarter

Criticism is rarely constructive
If it leads with itself
That’s usually a sign of a bloated ego
Showing its true colors
Talking before thinking
And thinking before feeling
With most of its ideas
Acquired by stealing
Begging the question
Why be holistic
When it pays to be simplistic

And if you really want to create
A recipe for social paralysis
Never, ever allow content creators to fail
Or better yet
Never allow them to attempt to succeed
Keep them in little mental boxes
In constant fear of your
Imminent disdain and disapproval
But there’s a remedy for all that
I’ve discovered in my time online
Called permanent removal (aka lifetime ban)
From MY HOUSE

I welcome questioners
I welcome inquirers
I welcome debaters
But there’s no place
None whatsoever
None at all
For insinuators
No place for deniers
No place for haters
Within the sovereign territory
Of MY HOUSE

Here’s a little challenge
If you’re one of those inclined
To forever look down your nose
At people with a different perspective
Try saying to the face of someone, anyone
The venomous words you write
Armored behind your keyboard
Bored out of your gourd
And see how long you last
Uninjured
And on your two feet

If you can’t or wouldn’t
Say it to someone in person
Why in God’s name
Would you think it’s okay
To write it online
That’s just outwardly cowardly
And inwardly craven
Nevermore, quoth the raven, adding
Don’t let the door slap your backside
On your way out
Of MY HOUSE

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