UPDATE 10/27: Mission accomplished!
A huge thanks to
and everyone else at Substack management for making the right decision and reinstating H1B Pajeet's account.And thank you as well to everyone who restacked and liked my post—this is a major victory in the battle to keep Substack free.
This post is a direct public appeal to
and Substack management.I am petitioning you to bring back the user H1B Pajeet, who was recently banned for violating Substack’s “Spam and Phishing Policy.”
I am doing this because (at least from my vantage point as one of the “low caste whiteys” he constantly clowned on) Pajeet straightforwardly wasn’t engaging in any such behavior. He was merely a talented polemicist—one skilled at antagonizing me and my friends in particular, which means Substack is going to be an infinitely more boring place without him.
—right now you control the Best free speech platform on the internet. This is the one place where you can actually offend / provoke people and still get eyeballs on your stuff without having to juice some insipid algorithm.If you ban H1B Pajeet today are the iFunny guys next? And eventually might poor Walt Bismarck find his head on the chopping block?
We can’t allow any such precedent—there’s far too much at stake.
Let all who tread these digital halls take heed,
For Bismarck’s plea deserves a noble creed.
He shields the voice that mocks him, sharp and sly,
For truth is found where swords of satire lie.
Who would the king be, if his court were mute,
No hecklers near to stoke the flames of brute?
To rule alone, in silence, breeds decay,
But jesters spark the light that paves his way.
Shall Pajeet, fierce and bold, be banned and gone?
The wit of words, though sharp, should yet live on.
For what is freedom if it can’t offend,
A barren echo, muffled in the end.
So Chris, we ask—let mocking voices stay,
That free men’s speech might never fade away.
First they came for the H1B Pajeets, and I did not speak out because my skin was not brown,
Then they came for the iFunny refugees, and I did not speak out because my sense of humor wasn’t dogshit
Then they came for the füher-posters, and I did not speak out because I kinda maybe like some couple Jews
Then they came for me, and there was no one left to speak for me