Appreciation Army . 300 Following JacobTS Nation

Over 300 Followers. Thank you so much. It means the world to me to discover your joy and brilliance everyday. Nothing can stop you. You are the light. You are the world. I bust my ass in the every day world and tell them steemit steemit steemit every breath. The rewards that await them. The rewards that I receive. The new dawn cosmos of talent to super nova upon the skies of humanity. I am poor but ask nothing more than to wake and read your posts and comments and that alone gives me joy. Joy the greatest commodity. Need I not the whales approval, the masternodes votes. Need I not the animated gif response, I have you the 300. My army of 300 that stands behind me. That supports me, my yesterday and tomorrow. I am the blessed and the humble. You are the mighty and the strong. I wake each day to run to work and because of Steemit I have a super power beyond those still in a daze from tv and radio and facebook live. I have a strength and that strength is you. You who have stood beside me and witnessed my ups and downs. YOU are the true and the loyal. The ones who's $.25 cents in post rewards is worth more than margin longing other altcoins that shall not be named. For why name them? Why speak the name of anyone besides you. You know the little about me that I have shared. How I lived with members of Saturday Night Live and USA Network Sitcom Writers and stars with whom I perform for hundreds. With whom I humbly performed for thousands recently in the desert. With whom I shall rejoin in Hollywood Thursday nights to bring the inevitable Reckoning of Improv to the souls of broken dreams. You, who know of my families professions of whom I am so proud. You, who know I watch over my grandmother, how i come home and clean the house, and put away all the dishes and silverware that for some reason her age compells her to sprawl about the house. I found a fork in the yard. I found the spoons under the table. The kleenex box is empty and all the cups are on the floor again. But I hold her and I tell her, "Someday Grandmother, I will buy you that tablet. I will buy you a digital squared to tap and see your grandchildren on the East Coast, South Side, and in West County. I will buy you that tablet so you can speak with your sister in California and see pictures of her grandchildren. I will buy you that tablet to speak with your other sister in southern Missouri and her family. Three sisters, survivors of the Illinois Orphanages. I love you grandmother. The 300 are here with us. The 300 care. It matters not how much. They care. They are 300 and they are legion. They are the JTS Nation. And the Nation loves you Gramma Jo." You know this my mighty friends. You know this because you too have a family. You too only use steemit to share your humanity and not to bow down to any authority. You fear nobody. You are courage and dignity. You are singular, one, and many. You are loved. We, we are the humanity that gives and receives joy to friends and family. We go outside. We are not afraid to live. And yet you each have a talent that does not judge the other's talent. The bloggers do not judge the coders and the coders do not judge the investors. Likewise you do not want anyone to be like you. You are you. You do not want to learn to code, if you already sing the language of music. You do not need to invest, because you already express your gifts in the language of tech. You do not need to blog words and stories, for your photos tell the truth deeper than any well formatted promotion. And some of you are even blessed enough to know you need not even a photo in your post, for your words are the painting and the song. You are you, born and living. And although we will all die, and we will die, we will die with dignity knowing we did not sell out. We did not shill for things we did not believe in. We are smart and independent, united and free. Intelligent enough to flow through sarcasm and face the snakes that wait to steal our apples' eye. We need nothing more than to make enough to someday, someday, someday give our grandmothers a glass to see the world. We are not jealous of those who make enough to buy several in a week full of videos, memes, quips, and forecasts. We know the tortoise lives longer than the hare. We never power down, not til we have that gift for a loved one. We care not about the Whales and their precious properties, egos, and threats of power. For nobody can harm the 300. The 300 lived long before the blockchain and will continue after the solar flares wipe out the paradigm. We shall find each other like a novel and walk together like a field of golden grains. We care not who passed over these words. We care not who judged and witheld their investment in the greater karma. We gave to one another. We have forgiven misunderstandings. We look forward to the challenge. Because we do challenge each other. In a world of free speech, we are not only allow but reward heavily when someone stands tall and in a winged heart proclaims, "Look at all the Fucks I give!" For the only fucks we have are for each other, for our famous friends, our elected official, small business owning, major magazine editing, musically gifted, military family. For our time with Second City, iO, CSZ, Annoyance, PG, and the lessons learned from our TV and Movie friends whose name need not drop. For we care not for the jealous, and need not their approval or scorn. They have their worships, while we have our friends, our family, and each other. We need not their validation, we are too busy sharing joy. It is their loss, they missed the mighty pump in KarmaCoin in which you and I are infinitely more wealthy than any market. It is they who did not escape the zombie bots, whilst we walk amongst the living. They cling to fear and bully women and children in the name of profit because they know no other voice. But we stand strong forever open armed awaiting those unafraid and free. We each have our own nation. We are each a proof of value and have a stake in one another. A thousand times, Thank you 300.