Fuck it

Call it independent journalism, reporter or a blogger… This blog is my only financial lifeline now.

By choice.

I cannot bear the idea of working for someone else. I devoted so many hours of my life making someone else rich… Yeah, so I can’t do that anymore. I’ll make a living by writing. That is it. I’m done –utterly done– working for someone. I’d rather be poor and be my own boss than make the big bucks and be a slave (I’ll recall Taleb Nassim who wrote: “The three most harmful addictions are heroin, carbohydrates, and a monthly salary.” )

I wrote four books but none of this income is sufficient to buy a house or a sailboat or shit like that.

The solution, according to some close friends, is to have a tip button. I figured that maybe if 1% of my monthly reader chip in a few bucks here and there… It would be enough.

Joe Rogan started his podcast after the big 2008 crisis. If he made it… so can I, can’t I? I mean, the world is filled with people writing things to make money. I don’t care about money. It happens that I need some to apparently keep the lights on. I also need some to buy a sailboat or a house. But I don’t want to turn this blog for a “for-profit” blog. I like my tongue untied. I don’t care about calling things for what they are, so I could never get grant from the Canadian government for "independent journalism support” and shit like that.

So, well, hum. If you ever want, feel like, buying me a beer, click below. Otherwise, fuck you. Kidding ;)

Love you all!
JP