There once was a noble man...a humble man who came to be known as King Son-of-Satire. In his humble beginnings he stumbled upon a large sword embedded in stone deep within the Steemit forest. Many before him tried but could not remove the sword.
However, the Steem was strong with young Son-of-Satire and he removed the glimmering blade from it's stone confines...fulfilling a prophecy that made him King. The people of Steemit rejoiced as the newly crowned King showered them with gifts of Steem and SBDs.
Most took only what they needed but from the shadows crept out those looking to take advantage of King Son-of-Satire's generosity...willing to trample on the weak to get what they want.
Wise as always, King Son-of-Satire already knew the sword he drew from the stone was double-edged. The king reared his mighty sword and struck down the greedy with a well-worded comment. The majority then knew to retreat back to the shadows but a few persisted. The King had no choice other than to strike them down with the ferocity of his feared flag.
The kingdom lived happily ever after as the remaining spammers and scammers fled for the hills in shame!
Lol. Well that wasn't half-creative. You have me thinking about my novel now. How can I make an allegorical reference to the #waronspam ? lol.
I'll figure it out..
The land of Steemit had fallen on hard times. There were mass spamming's everywhere. Agoras, gladiator arenas, markets, crop fields, riversides ...nowhere was safe.
Legislators sought to ban automatic spamming, but they failed to realize the spam being used was only semi-automatic and was not technically classified as 'assault' spam like they loved to spew far and wide to brainwash the clueless peasants.
The kingdom became divided as they all regurgitated talking points from the daily headlines to each other. When intelligently questioned why they were for or against spam it seems neither side could conjure a logical response.
People shouted hateful things from the rooftops because others did not like their canned meat. They screamed until their faces were red with angst and their voting power was drained. They rested for a few days until continuing the pro-spam protests within the kingdom walls.
PS
The Libertarian Steemians are still living happily in their own community in the woods
The PS part of your post indeed.