One of the first rules you learn about the Internet is that you don't wage a battle against it.
There's a meme about you? Lean into it.
You're called out for being a spaz? Stop being one.
But you do not, under any circumstances, engage in a collective that is spread across every time zone, works in every profession, and is probably more autistic than you will ever be, that will grab every morsel of the dirt you tried cleaning up before you started mud slinging, dissect and magnify it so that the world sees you for who you are.
Its not a hard trade-off. Don't be a retard, otherwise go offline.
Luke, you of all people, should have known this, considering you grew up on the Internet. Maybe its due to you also being of the generation where parents usually didn't say no a lot, your general hubris, and the false belief that you have both a Troon shield and woman shield at full max leaving you emboldened and immune from any blowback; but, you kicked a hornet's nest that made you go from Chud hero taking on the final boss of transphobes, to super victim who only wants to play the vdya and be weft awone uwu.
This is probably the advice your father should've given you instead of indulging in your delusions. You shame him. Not necessarily because you're trans (though that doesn't help) but because you instigated a fight with the intent of causing IRL damage to a number of people's livelihoods, all because you wanted to revise or erase your sordid history. Not a made up story of you. The deplorable (and now regrettable) things you voluntarily conducted and subsequently placed on the Internet.
Some more advice your father obviously failed to impart, is demonstrating the ability to stand on everything you've done and said. Something that until this very moment you still cannot do, with your tweeting and deleting - and I don't think it's completely because you want to keep that meaningless checkmark. It's because, at your core, you're a weak individual.
And all of this - all of it - was your choice. There were many points where you could've jumped off the crazy train. Even now. But, I wager that you're going to keep down this road, for whatever reason. Which is what brings us here. To this moment. This post your eyes are trained on. Close to 2650 pages that will continue because you continue.
To be clear, I'm not calling for you to kill yourself. But, you probably should kill your online persona. Keffals will never be associated with anything great. You're not getting a redemption arc, even if you happen to host a debate between two infamous Internet personalities and catch lightning in a bottle. Go offline, at least for a while. Remerge after a long, reflective period in the real, grass-touching world. Maintain a small presence and don't try punching up, down, or even lateral.
Just a little free advice beyond the fashion tips your coddling mother was also deficient in giving.
I just can't take him seriously
