Substack Revolution: My First 150 Days in the Trenches: A Mini-Manifesto for the Real Ones

How I Rediscovered the Internet as a Wild, Unfettered Beast Before the Algorithms Turned It into a Circus of Rage Monkeys

Listen up, you beautiful bastards – this is a must-read for my current followers and subscribers, and an absolute mind-fuck mystery tour for anyone stumbling in fresh. I’m asking a favor right out the gate, and I promise I’ll earn it by the end of this ramble. It’ll take you less than 10 minutes if you read like a normal human; if you’re one of those speed-freaks who devours words like Hunter Thompson scarfed mescaline, you’ll be done in five.

Stick with me, and I’ll peel back the layers: who the hell I am, why I’m squatting on Substack like a digital squatter with a typewriter, what I love about this madhouse platform. Then we’ll dive into what my publication is really about – the raw, uncomfortable guts of it. After that, I’ll paint you a picture of the people here, these intellectual outlaws, and the explosive potential of Substack to ignite something real.

Finally, in full leadership mode – I’ll rally the troops: why we gotta keep pushing, keep the energy surging, because this ain’t just a newsletter game; it’s the goddamn revolution we’ve been waiting for. The intellectual movement that could flip the script on a world gone mad.

Good luck and keep it up to all my subscribers and readers – I’m a fan of yours, a friend in the foxhole, and when we storm the gates of wherever the hell we’re headed, we’ll drag each other through because our ambitions here. They’re bigger than we planned, and the value exchange? It’s a multiplier on steroids.

Alright, let’s fucking go – the real ones know what’s up.

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Who the Hell Is Rxan Smith? Unmasking the Contrarian Bastard Behind the Keyboard

Picture this: a half-Italian, half-Chilean mutt forged in the fiery pits of New Jersey, where the air smells like ambition mixed with industrial runoff. That’s me, Ryan Smith – entrepreneur, business hustler, educated enough to quote philosophers but street-smart enough to know when to duck. People slap labels on me like diligent, loyal, strong, generous, altruistic, difficult, and yeah, controversial. I wear ‘em all like badges from a bar fight I won.

I’ve spent a chunk of my life in the “gray area” – legal reasons keep me from calling it black, but let’s say it involved more shadows than spotlights, and violence? Never my jam, unless it was self-defense against the universe’s curveballs.

Why should you give a damn? Because I endeavor to be controversial not for the thrill of pissing people off – that’s amateur hour – but to spark intelligent conversations that cut through the bullshit. I don’t chase political incorrectness like some edgelord on a bender, but I refuse to let it muzzle me if it blocks truth.

We can’t elevate fleeting feelings over eternal discovery, uncomfortable as it may be. Period, full stop, no apologies. And here’s the kicker: the people on Substack get it. The ones who don’t? They’ve stuck around long enough to know my values – that when I’m contentious, contrarian, irreverent, iconoclastic, or just plain argumentative, it’s never to offend. It’s habit, authenticity, design. Uncomfortable truths over comfortable lies, every time.

I’m altruistic, loving, caring, loyal – a protector at heart. I’ve earned the right to say that through scrapes and scars, and if you don’t know me yet, you got no way to verify it.

But subscribe, engage, and you’ll see: I’m the guy who’ll call out the elephant in the room while offering you a chair to sit and debate it. My publication, Rxan Smith Uncomfortable? It’s politics, culture, human nature, timestamped commentary on current and evergreen events – ahead of its time, irreverent in pursuit of what’s best for everyone, even if they don’t get it yet.

Sounds like a God complex? Nah, I don’t want control; I want to drop info-bombs, get schooled if I’m wrong (happens daily), and evolve through discussion. That’s the brand: growth through discomfort, truth over tribe.

If you’re new here, give me five minutes to ramble. If this hits you – that itch for real talk in a fake world – you’re one of the real ones I’m calling. Reach out, challenge me, share your wild takes. Let’s see if we click like mismatched puzzle pieces that somehow fit.

If you can afford to be a paid subscriber, please do. Every dollar goes directly to boosting posts that the algorithm hates so these ideas reach people who need to hear them. This isn’t about me. It’s about all of us and the future of this world. Outrage is everywhere. Truth is scarce. Once you hear it, you can’t unhear it. That’s how real change starts! Revolution is here.

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Substack – The Last Bastion of the Internet We Dreamed Of, Before It Turned Into a Rage-Fueled Freak Show

I love Substack for reasons that pile up like is it for the snow on my back deck – but the crown jewel? The sheer density of intellectual heavy-hitters I connect with. In the last couple weeks, this energy hit me like a Dave Chappelle punchline: raw, hilarious, profound.

Engaging talks with subscribers from Ukraine like Óðr Sierra Sierra spilling war wisdom and intellectual textual artistry, from India like The Rude Guy DROPPING STRAIGHT-UP GENIUS gems, my girl reppin the UK, MindFullOfItwho enlightened me to the fact that, “rebellion with a pulse” what is what I'm aspiring to. Talking with Jack in Spain credible similarities just as humans and what we're passionate about in Spain. I was honored to make a connection with AN ETHICAL POLITICAL in the great conversation I had last weekend with Assemblywoman Debra Mazzarelli as my guest on a podcast who is being patient with me through my technical difficulties. Through here, I was referred to HVR - THE One and Only (for sure) Hawtorn V. Rabotpublication that is STRAIGHT UP powerful. It's real. I even got to chat with a writer I've long admired, Laura B Writing in the Shadows and we cried together yesterday over a post that…. Well… touched every Soul that ventured to read it…. And of course, last but not least, my first substack friend… S. K. Ratidox who is a BILLILANT published author that also serves as an involuntary (but willing) advisor to me when I start to spiral and need to be grounded… Lol… and even Mechanic of Statecraft I’m Kansas in the U.S. (I lied there was one more). I’ve got voices from London, Manchester, Germany, France, Indonesia, Israel, Morocco, Japan, Costa Rica, Italy. I definitely know that I am forgetting some people but I'll definitely go back and at you when I post and dig through my DMs. When is there is pure Brilliance around me and this is just the first hundred subscribers… are you kidding me? That's crazy high percentage of intellectual value.

There's more foreigners than Yanks in my DMs, and whatever algorithm (or blessed lack thereof) is at play, it’s gold. This platform simulates real life better than any app: go weeks silent with a friend, ping ‘em, boom – they’re there, inferring your chaos, catching up like old times.

It’s the internet ‘90s tech teens like me envisioned – global chats with wild backgrounds, mimicking my later travels where I’d embed in cultures, absorb what it’s like to live there.

Pour your heart out in notes, comment on whims, know your growing tribe sees your proudest intellectual side – the one you’re afraid to unleash elsewhere. Relationships strengthen, surviving posts they hate (politics will test ya), because trust is baked in.

Substack draws us weirdos who share traits: clever banter, jokes laced with love, compassion-fueled support.

Buddhists call it karma; Christians, good morals; Jews, a mensch with pure intentions; Muslims, ihsan – generous heart; Hindus, dharma – righteous duty; Sikhs, seva – selfless service; Taoists, wu wei – effortless harmony; atheists, just plain decency.

Whatever label, we’re altruistic, kind, loving, smart as whips, tough as nails. The beautiful irony? Charismatics like me – loud-mouthed leaders who can’t shut up, ambitious as hell – engage shy folks without hierarchy.

We’ve been shy, empathize, or get intrigued by it. I dominate rooms not to offend (though I endeavor confrontation), but to connect. Political correctness? Only to avoid hurt; never at truth’s expense. Feelings are temporary; reason eternal.

The concentration of smarts? Insane. Say hi to 10 randos referred by subscribers, ask for 10 random thoughts – 90% chance I walk away with five new obsessions.

No other social sewer offers this comfort for powerful thoughts. It’s potential unbound: real momentum for real people, no algo throttling the fire.

We joke, support, build deeper than likes – this could be the revolution, god damn it.

To my subscribers: this one’s on you. Vouch for me by stepping up. If you usually like? Comment today. Like and comment? Share. Already share, like, comment? Do it twice – one-time favor, formal ask.

Help introduce me; show when I call, you got my back. New folks: subscribe, not just follow. Dive in; let’s grow this beast.

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Why Read Me? The Elevator Pitch for Uncomfortable Truths in a Comfort-Zone World

I started this as a political pulpit, thinking my takes – echoed first by respected firebrands like Bill Maher (right-wing analog? Elusive) – would predict futures, get mainstreamed or force-fed by reality.

But nah: readers crave my feels on the present (current events with edge) and especially the past. Present politics? Flawed by emotion, even objectively. Past reflections? Nostalgic truths revealing character – unfakable unless you’re a 72-hour psychopath with zero life.

Universe’s joke: set out accepting failure, authenticity wins. Nobody wants future-gazing; they want core values, uncomfortable angles untouched elsewhere.

My pitch: Read me for politics dissected four ways – truth over outrage, irreverence chasing what’s best, even if ahead or unpopular.

I call bullshit on half-truth news, professional rage-mongers. Boycott ‘em! Heal America by demanding civility – left should dig that; it’s our old success spot.

Moral high ground? Undeniable here. Disagree? Ask if Trump’s slime dragged you down, rewarding hyperbole, hating hyperbolically.

Want news covering 55-65% story? We’re “Fox News Left” – not superior, just stupidly ignorant with a D badge.

Fox ain’t bad for right ideas; it’s bad for half-stories breeding hate, ignorance. If our branded version’s “morally superior stupidity,” it’s useless.

I’m progressive: ideology favoring progress. Anti-progressive? Anti-progress – tough sell.

Read me to escape echo chambers, embrace discomfort for growth.

Subscribers from diverse lands prove it: we’re the real segment, intellectuals empowered here.

Doesn’t matter your sub count – 100k elsewhere or 30k here – the valuables hang here. Timing’s everything; this is our base to propel forward, singular to collective.

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Keep Pushing, You Magnificent Fools – This Is Our Shot at a Real Revolution, Not Some Ass-Built Empire

To the discouraged: don’t quit. Not for viral dreams – because smart folks value your voice, even if “stupid” pays elsewhere.

I’ve heard the rush of breakthroughs; it’s perpetual energy, constant growth. Keep writing, inviting, recognizing we’re the intellectual vanguard.

This could be the revolution – civilized people acting right, god damn it.

Why us? Because whatever goals we chased, we’ve learned: your value in one area? Multiplied tenfold by others in realms you never knew hooked you.

They earned respect because they read you, you read them – connections via likes breed smarts, commonality, respect.

That feeling? Indescribable, but we all sense it between lines.

I’m quiet now, aspiring loudest – but no matter your stage, you crave amplifying.

Bring the 5, 10, 20, 100 you vibe with; the 1,000s follow.

Small still, I remember all, accept all apps. First 100? Intellectual friends galore – future’s encouraging.

Build special together; world’s fix starts with us.

Encourage not just your goals – help others’.

We’ve a chance at humanity’s idealistic peaks: compassion, what the internet could be.

Potent as Kardashians (built on a maybe-fake butt, influencing masses) or TikTok outrage-peddlers – half cynical propagandists, half ignorant half-world seers.

But here? Intellectuals rule. Become platform for us, few lifting many.

In real world, ambitious crews splinter: some arrive, detour, flop.

Substack? I hope we all platform-deserve, bringing real ones along.

When I hit mine, I’ll need ‘em – even yearly chats.

In <6 months, insights from global minds blew me away; expansion? Rich intellect pool.

Unexpected find: not just timestamping commentary, but community.

Value’s not future bingers praising prescience – it’s now-readers teaching, discussing, enriching the pot.

DMs, comments, likes? Goldmine for untimestamped wisdom, mutual goal-pushing.

Billed as intellectual hub, fastest-growing – all formats, rooted in writing.

Draws who I need, when.

Don’t give up: smart people value you.

Let’s fuckin go! To all the real ones, subscribers (110 now; I vouch: intellectuals, compassionate, humanitarian, irreverent iconoclasts liking my contrarian truth-chase, sensitive till truth demands otherwise).

They agree: feelings < truth - (not an opinion, in my opinion)

I’ve never asked; won’t again.

But hope: share with friends/family. Build this.

When we arrive, we’ll need each other.

Let’s talk: What discourages you? How can we lift each other? Drop comments, shares – vouch.

Rxan Smith Uncomfortable: Politics, culture, uncomfortable truths. Italian-Chilean Jersey boy, controversial by choice.

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