Karens Suck – Done With Nextdoor

Woke up and fed Claire & Honey under an overcast sky while my Keurig coffee was brewing and then sat down and went through my social media to see if anything triggered a subject for this morning’s blog.

Today’s trigger pissed me off.

Now I’ve been on Nextdoor for quite a few years. I don’t post complaints. I think it’s petty. Live and let live I say. If I have a problem with someone I will address it directly with that person in the real world.

I cringe when I see someone complaining about a local service provider, but understand the need if you have actually been ripped off by someone, especially if you are a pensioner.

And forget porch pirates and middle of the night visitors appearing on someone’s Ring doorbell cam.

Better never show up at Casa Claire. I have a shovel and lots of property. And I like working at night.

I curse the thieves that take advantage of other people, especially my elderly brethren (so, if you are experiencing that relentless itch on your nether parts, you had it coming, and there is no cream known to modern medicine to salve it – just make it right with your victims, or grow your nails).

I do enjoy catching up on the latest local events, or seeing the latest bargains, and I love a proud family success story, like the recovery and reuniting of a pet and its owner. I mourn the tragic passing of my neighbors, especially the young.

What I will post, actually repost, is my daily blog. I don’t do it to harass people, I only post it to amuse people. No one is forced to click on it.

It’s a way of self-marketing my books. Let the locals read a snippet of my writing for free, and hopefully they will enjoy it enough to check out my books.

Up until recently, I have scored an average of about 1k clicks on each post.

That’s a thousand potential readers.

Well this morning I woke up to find my posts for the past week have been en masse “hidden” from Nextdoor’s readers.

That has never happened before. Never.

Given that I was provided no other explanation than what appears in the photo above, and no obvious way of contesting it, I can only surmise that someone complained about my daily blog being posted. Told the powers that be that I was spamming them. I know on my own website, I have to take the extra step of marking someone’s post as spam.

Well, I’ve never stayed in any place that didn’t want me there, so I’m done with Nextdoor. I hope that particular inconsiderate Karen has nice, sharp and strong nails.

Their taste in literature must be shite.

My apologies to those thousand readers that seemed to enjoy reading my work. Come sign up on my webpage – TheWiseNovelist.com – and they’ll appear in your email box each day.

Anyway, I’ll just keep writing these blogs and posting them where people enjoy it.

And if all else fails, I’ll always have this website.

But now I need to get back to the real world.

But first, some kitty cuddles and my rounds.

You fine, five readers, watch out for the petty, miserable, Karens in this world. You’ll be able to spot them by their relentless scratching.

But otherwise, the good news is that it is Tuesday. Monday is behind us.

Let us take on the rest of the work week like this is an ass kicking contest and it’s got two hands and one leg tied behind it.

But, no matter what else we get up to, let us make today a great one.