I Got BANNED for This!

Welcome to the Forbidden Land of Snowflakes! Or, a tale of certain Medium writers that don’t have a backbone.
I’m less than a month into Medium. I consider it an excellent platform to create and consume independent content (as long as you can afford the subscription). You don’t need to have legions of followers for people to see your ideas. Nor do you need to sacrifice your soul to the algorithmical gods. There is a refreshing lack of “suggested” content, which also means that you don’t have to pay to be ranked higher.
As exciting as all that is, there are also limitations. They come in the form of mentally inadequate writers who are too afraid to admit to being wrong. Furthermore, they are so intellectually frail that the mere idea of a maliciously logical mental presence, capable of derailing their wildest feverish fantasies, is cause enough to burrow so deeply into their safe spaces as to illuminate with brilliant clarity their utter and unmitigated defeat.
So who are these titans of human consciousness? They are not always trivial to identify. One has to donate certain amount of mental capacity in order to first process their often hysterical diatribes, and then come up with a dressing down worthy of their highly illogical fallacies, which is always the easy part considering their levels of incoherence.
Then comes the BEST part! THE WAIT! Will they or won’t they? Take the bait and reply, or scuttle back to the depths of their unmitigated ignorance?
Once in a blue moon, however, you come across the true pure-bred lineage of snowflakes! Their codename? 403! As that is the error message you get when selflessly clicking on their ever-disturbed profile pic. They’ve BANNED you, FOR LIFE! The amount of horror and loss experienced due to separation anxiety caused by the lack of the unrelenting nothingburger of 403s’ streams of consciousness can only adequately be described as unabashedly uninspired.
So long, to the boundless frontiers of unintelligible thought. You will remain forever locked in the darkness of your own inadequacy. Never again shall an astute observer question your axiomatic gibberish.
Right up until the next fearless interloper, that braves to break though your vacuum-sealed thought echo chamber, and dares to flaunt their enviable brainpower yet again!
P.S. To all the writers that I’ve ever smitten, I respect you! I just don't agree with you!
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