Now, I don’t want to come off as bitter or jealous because I wasn’t chosen for one of these Substack Pro deals. Even if they were courting left-wing minorities (and for all I know, they might be?), I don’t see a world in which Substack would have offered me any money. My audience isn’t huge or even impressive to the average media publisher. I don’t have a book deal, a development deal, an agent, or a reel of talking head segments. I’ve never been in the NYT or WaPo or the Journal or the Atlantic. As a businessperson, I’m the living embodiment of “scrappy,” or whatever we use colloquially to say, “broke but ambitious.” Keyword on that “broke” part. Save for a few Hail Mary gigs and the enduring love and support of my wife, this isn’t some kind of profitable situation for me yet. I get up every morning and work on this thing because I believe in it. Apparently, you do too, so I’m leaving Substack to create an experience that will be the best for you, my beloved subscribers.