This is a message to the Leftists endlessly complaining about the disruption of the status quo.
It’s been four weeks since I’ve returned, and I’m still in picking-up-the-pieces mode when it comes to reclaiming a semblance of my former life.
The other day, I reactivated my X account and tried posting a few messages which promptly disappeared down the internet black hole. I nuked that account before my trial in July 2023.
I don’t have a single follower now, which makes the whole point of posting rather ridiculous. As a J6er about to be tried in DC’s notorious federal district back in 2023, I didn’t want to tempt fate.
You see, the DC prosecutors aren’t what you might call reasonable folk. There are a million examples of this unreasonableness in action. Like when the DoJ went ballistic over J6 defendants who owned pocket constitutions or Lego toy sets.
When dealing with irrational people, you can’t use normal standards to avoid offending them. DC is beyond the looking glass.
A city of Red Queens who wanted nothing more than to boost the number of neckless heads so long as the bloodletting involved Trump supporters.
So in order to insulate myself from the crazy prosecutors and judges, I got rid of my X account, removing every quip, every remark. I left nothing behind. Anything less would’ve been too risky.
Fast forward to today. I see the terminally online Leftists restlessly Instagramming and TikToking about how they’re now part of some heroic yet also somehow secret “resistance” movement. I have to roll my eyes. Whatever.
What can I say? Stop larping. There. That’s a start.
What else can I say to these nutbags? How about this:
You are not engaging in a resistance. You have no idea what you’re talking about. Take it from me, an actual political dissident incarcerated for my views by a tyrannical regime.
Hellbound and Down 