💼 Careercow Max Landis

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While that post was nauseating it does lead to a good point. All these guys who were pretty woke but just not woke enough who get canceled are basically fucked. Shane gillis is another great example. Max and Shane both are feminists and believe the patriarchy is evil and trump is bad.( Max does it loudly) but overall what happens is that these guys are locked out of the main institutions in their industry and the only people that sort of endorse him are way more conservative. So it leads to this uncomfortable limbo where you might have to compromise your morals to get paid eventually. Jim Gaffigan had a great episode about this a decade back. In a world where you arent a far left guy but your industry is, it's a balancing act to keep in their good graces and making sure you dint alienate people or accidentally do something like go on a nazi podcast.

Anyways Max is fucked, but he was never really that good anyways. Plus I'm sure his connections and his ability to sell pissed people off. Max can nail an elevator pitch but his ideas never have enough steam to last an entire run time. Having said that its telling that his best work audience wise was his Dirk gently show. Max can't pull off 90 minutes. But its obvious a short form medium where he can pull off his ideas is much better for him. I like to imagine if he went from doing say Chronicle to a Millennial Black Mirror show he'd probably be more well liked. sure all his films are shit. But if you cut the runtime in half you wont notice the lack of ideas.
 
2020Suicide said:
All these guys who were pretty woke but just not woke enough who get canceled are basically fucked.
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Getting cancelled isn't really about being "woke enough" or not, it's about the status within the group, which is based on petty backstabbing, dragging down others and social influence.
Essentially, when you're up far enough the social stack, small and infrequent accusations will be overlooked for a time, however even that is not a viable protection if too much shit happens to you. Someone like Dobson could be canceled over his "Calm your tits" Tweet (if he ever had been important enough to even be cancelled, that is), someone like Brianna Wu has been visible long enough, it would take a lot more, but it's still not out of the card deck. Someone above that "rank" would be somewhat hard to get, but once the tide turns and the attitude towards that person changes, shit goes down very quickly and then every small, petty grievance will be let loose. Suddenly every small and infrequent accusation of the past will be blown out of proportion.
But you need a spark to light the fires and accusations of sexual misconduct will do wonders here. Funny thing about that: With the accusations, you still have the oppression olympics social stack in full play.
Some random no-one accusing a person of a rather big misdeed will get ignored, but a minor accusation by someone higher up the stack will strike the accused down like a sledgehammer to the teeth.

Really, the more you look at the dynamics of cancel culture, the worse it gets (like it wasn't abyssmal to begin with). These fucks pretend to care about the wellbeing of a certain group of people, but they never act like it at all. They only use accisations against undesirables/deplorables whenever they feel like it and they don't care about the victims, they just want to see someone gone. If someone of their own rank and file is accused, they'll play down that shit as long as they can and that person only gets brought down in a backstabbing attack by someone to take their place (or climb higher on their backs) -or- the accusations have become so loud, the person has become toxic and needs to be removed.

SJWdom and this libtard cronyism makes me almost feel respect to old-fashioned chauvinists, who at least didn't tippy-toe around the issue and pretended to support people to take advantage of their suffering. Being an honest asshole is certainly better than being a backstabbing hypocrite.
 
both him and Max like women with big boobs and both have never said anything bad about max landis movies (outside the fake max landis movies like bright)
 
Kramer on the phone said:
>He denies everything of course. So maybe he’s totally innocent, I don’t know.
my favorite quote

> and being a lolcow for obsessive Anon got old real fast
2nd favorite which one of you fuckers is his account?
i'm guessing @MrJokerRager
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Kramer on the phone said:
both him and Max like women with big boobs and both have never said anything bad about max landis movies (outside the fake max landis movies like bright)
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shut up, retard
 

Big article he released today about his cancellation and what his life has been like since.

I don't wanna give too much away, but his life fucking sucks right now, and probably will forever.

The article in its entirety in case he pusses out and deletes it:

How The Constant And Unending Harassment And Abuse Of A Public Shaming Attacks You And Everyone You Know For Years With No Way To Do Anything About It, Forever (Or) “Why I Stopped Worrying About People Saying I Was Playing The Victim And Learned To Love The Fact That Scary Strangers Occasionally Harass My Friends And I Might Die”​

A writer I respect emailed me after the last one of these I wrote, a short essay about why I never responded to my public shaming, and said some of it had felt “two dimensional.”

But something awful happened recently and it’s led me to want to speak on this again, perhaps a little more in 3D.

If you already hate me, that’s okay. This isn’t about making you not hate me. I just want to maybe make you think about some things, some aspects, you maybe have not considered.

So. Let’s start with a question I found myself asking the other night, after a random stranger with a goatee screamed at my friend until she cried.

How is it possible that the main way my public shaming is enforced in real life is through men I’ve never met yelling at women I care about?
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Is this…accountability?

There’s no way for me to stop a random drunk scary loser who got invited as a plus 1 to a party from asking someone who I am, because he’s on molly and coke and being weird, and then googling me. Once this random asshole has read that he now has “permission” to be aggressive, he doesn’t confront me (too scawy), he instead confronts a woman he barely knows, who he’s vaguely aware cares about me, and begins yelling at her until she cries in the kitchen of her house at a party she’s throwing.

Keep in mind, this guy had NO IDEA who I was. Not a big screenwriting buff, this dude shouting at my friend, presumably on behalf of a woman she’s never met, he’s never met, and that I haven’t spoken to in years.

All he saw was a triggering headline. He was yelling about stuff I’m not even accused of.

This was the most recent (but not close to the first time) almost this exact incident has played out. A male stranger screaming at one of my female friends, in person, intimidating, threatening and frightening them.

This happened last Friday. But it really did feel like the straw that broke the camel’s back. Stuff like this happens all the time.

Because this is what being canceled actually is. The article that “Cancels” me is an unchanging immovable online sign post that encourages vigilante violence of all kinds, social, emotional, professional, financial, towards me and anyone who is shown to care about me. Nothing less than complete destruction is worthy, and there’s no way to control who picks up the baton to champion the cause, because it’s available to everyone.
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There’s no real way for me to change my first Google search result being attached to my name. There’s no pending criminal or civil component to anything in my shaming. There never was. It exists in two spheres: online and real life. Online, it’s just essentially haters, like “YAY! Now he doesn’t get to write movies!” But in real life: Insane strangers have been given implicit justification and permission to hurt me and my friends, forever in perpetuity.

Like this weird guy screaming at my friend in her kitchen because he read the headline of an article from three years ago.

There’s no cause and effect line. My shaming isn’t a coherent “accountability process.” If anything it erases any chance for actual accountability, and causes a frozen forever war where one side can’t functionally fight back. Don’t ever delude yourself make yourself believe that that’s okay or makes sense.

It’s just chaos, and it doesn’t end.

The shaming affects my life every single day. If I seem heightened writing this, if this is ranty, yes. I am heightened. Because I’m scared.

I never know if I should talk about the shaming in detail. Whenever I do, it risks continued attacks and things getting worse; that’s part of what makes it so powerful. It’s a fear and shame based weapon. It’s about punishment and revenge. Talking about it gives it power.

I never intend to, but then incidents totally out of my control occur that, to everyone there in real life, come off as wrong and sick and twisted. That’s why I’m writing this now; this one isn’t so much about me, it’s about how my shaming effected and continues to effect the people in my life.

I tried to do like, the polite, respectful, adult version. What I thought was mature and thoughtful. Well this one is going to have the word “fuck” in it. This one’s going to be long and read quite different. In this one you’re going to feel the anger, the special electric breed of anger this brings out.

Anger is not disqualifying of my truth.

Every time I try to address the shaming, or move my life forward in a way that’s chartable online, the self-appointed wardens of my Cancellation, people with much bigger platforms than my own, quickly respond to assure the internet that it’s all nonsense, that it’s all in bad faith, and that I am a monster of a sort so beyond redemption that engaging with anything I say is akin to willfully being gaslit or hypnotized.

The majority of their audience are people who have never even met me, and don’t even really know who I am. They just repeat the allegations like bots, as though repeating the allegations at me somehow proves anything years after they were written. It’s just like “no u.” This weird behavior should be treated with suspicion by any sane person!

There are so many questions that go unasked around Cancel Culture that it’s laughable, because we’re “not supposed to ask them.” Like:

Why are these people still involving themselves in my life? How could they possibly have any insight or be entitled to voicing in on anything I’m doing, any kind of positive changes or growth, when none of them have spoken to me in years beyond to try to incite more violence every time they notice I still exist?

Why are they treating my life like a videogame they play online that they participate in ONLY if it’s to hurt me? Is this normal behavior we should congratulate and encourage? Is this behavior psychologically associated with healing, or is it something else?

What’s it called when you obsess over a relationship and continually seek to hurt the person for years after you were together? Encouraging others to hurt them too? Trying to make sure your narrative is the only one and that the person is definitively silenced? Using a massive public platform to do this? When you know, concretely, first hand, that it hurts MORE PEOPLE than the intended target? That it puts them in real physical danger?

There’s a name for that, and it isn’t “cathartic healing” or “accountability.”

The word “subhuman,” seems to come up a lot with my accusers. As though using the word “subhuman” to describe any other actual human being isn’t already a HUGE RED FLAG.

The internet shaming is just the match that lights the fuse. Them signal boosting it to their audiences will of course incite new scary random people, to do crazy shit to me and my family and friends in real life.

I hate talking negatively about the people involved in the shaming, because some of them are people I once really cared about, or even really hurt, but these undead online versions of themselves are scary strangers to me, ersatz generals of an army of anonymous psychos, screaming random drunk girls throwing drinks on me and my date in bars, red-faced coked up frat-boys intimidating my female friends, and the isolation, bullying and slut-shaming of my closest friends and women I’ve dated or been intimate with who have the gall to not feel an urgent need to destroy me publicly.

People talk about the “woke mob.” The “woke mob” isn’t the problem. The “woke mob” were the morons I used to tangle with on twitter about whether I was sexist for hating a Star Wars character everyone ended up hating anyway.

The Wokeness is just a trojan horse. But the real life component is different. It’s the part you don’t see on Twitter. It’s personal. It’s all personal.

Is me sharing my trauma boring you? Is my anger disqualifying of my truth? Is me asking you to see this side of it just soooo selfish and indulgent, or maybe is it lacking the sex scenes that make other trauma shares so in turn triggering and titillating? Is this too long, is scrolling through it exhausting?

GOOD! YOU CAUGHT ME! I admit it, I’m mad, okay!? I’m hurt!

This is so creepy and weird and you all act like it’s normal and then behind closed doors EVERYONE TELLS ME THIS IS WRONG. And I sit and say nothing, I post silly stuff about superheroes because to even engage with this means engaging with the central fucking trauma of my life, with people who refuse to communicate like adults or in real life, express only hatred and anger through a megaphone, and somehow want FURTHER PUBLIC DISCOURSE about the sexual details of messy and toxic long-ended personal relationships, yet have already have proven they’re willing to say literally anything, will dismiss anything I say as lies, and don’t care about me at all?

Do you hear how fucking insane this sounds when I lay it out? That’s who I’m “accountable to?” That’s what’s expected of me? What the actual fuck?

I cannot “win,” I accepted that a long time ago, but:

Even the biggest shitheads I can think of, I can’t make it make sense in my head that it’d be okay to hurt and threaten their friends cause you read a creepypasta about a guy you’ve never even met!

It’s been years and I’m exhausted. It just keeps happening. IT’S NOT A GLITCH, IT’S A FEATURE. It can’t just go on like this.

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I’m sorry what? The Colour Society was a cult? YO, this is FAN FICTION. Do you mean like…toxic incestuous entertainment industry friend-group centered around a few friends with money? cause there are a lot of those. has anyone applied the BITE model to this? uhhhhh does anyone who was actually there wanna speak up or are you going to let this be the narrative? did you never actually care about me, did you just want to use me, or is it just that you still want jobs from people who hate me? This is HOT HEAVY NONSENSE. ANYONE!? WAIT haha all those people literally still hang out, just without me and the name “Colour Society.” Is it still a cult? “scores of women,” WHAT IS THIS! It implies there’s like…LEGAL CHARGES? THIS IS ON MY GOOGLE GUYS, THIS IS THE SHIT THAT INCITES MORONS TO VIOLENCE, I BOUGHT YOU ALL MOLLY YOU BUNCH OF JERKS!
The most violating thing about public shaming isn’t just that it memorializes pain, handicaps growth, destroys coherent communication, encourages finger pointing and blame, turns relationships into fictionalized “Harm” narratives with heroes and villains, turns friend-groups into complicated and unpleasant political landscapes and provably leads to suicide, violence and shunning of not just the victim of the shaming but also the people around them.

You’d think that would be bad, and yeah, trust me, firsthand, it isn’t good.

But the worst part is that it steals your identity. That’s what allows it to perpetuate, and puts it in the dangerous hands.

It steals your name. This part is important.

It turns out, despite the fact that I am not supported by any platform, and doing nothing pop culture relevant except making stuff with my friends for youtube, about 15,000 people still Google me a month.

This is not a flex. You know what they see:

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Interestingly, in the article, I am not actually accused of sexual and emotional abuse by eight women. Don’t really know how to explain that one. God, look at that the quiveringly triumphant article of the guy laughing about my life being destroyed. Funny story: I was diagnosed suicidal and on my way to a locked wing of a mental hospital around the time this was published. Should I have tweeted that, so it would be “real?” It’s almost like I’m not a human being worthy of any consideration! Weird how that narrative of encouraging a zero-empathy approach keeps appearing on major platforms, right? Almost like if you thought about it too much you might notice something was wrong.
Nothing will change or move that article. It exists as its own resolution: “EVERYTHING IN THIS IS DEFINITELY TRUE AND THIS GUY SHOULD…WELL *SOMETHING* REAL BAD SHOULD HAPPEN TO HIM, RIGHT? ;)”

The fact that a fucking endless uncountable avalanche of “real bad” things have happened to me in the years since its publication is not included, much less the terrifying, infuriating, unpredictable consequences for so many people I know and love.

This all started in late 2017, and since then, I’ve done nothing to try to fight back, or even really ask for any measure of understanding or compassion. I just make my fucking youtube movies and write my scripts and go to therapy.

But now I just think about 15,000 new potential people screaming at my friends. 15,000 new potential people harassing people when they find out they know or even like “Max Landis.”

15,000 potential murderers.

Remember in the other one of these I wrote, when I said someone tried to kill me? And people responded to it like “stop playing the victim.”

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My mentally ill stalker of many years, who viewed my violent death as a potential “victory for feminism,” being arrested in Summer 2020 outside my house after camping out over night to ambush me by the gate with a spiked wooden board. Had my neighbor not warned me, she would’ve successfully confronted me and my girlfriend at the time. I have no idea what would’ve happened and I think about it often.
It is an unpleasant, creeping crawling feeling to know that if you were murdered, there would be jokes about how you deserved it on Twitter. The idea of my family seeing that makes me nauseous. My mom once asked, after a particularly creepy incident a few years in, “Where does it end? What’s the resolution? What do they want, for you to commit suicide?”

I used to think no, but now? Yeah, maybe. It kind of does seem that way, at this point, yes. They want me to completely stop existing. But it also seems like that wouldn’t be enough, and people would be harassed for making any posts saying they were sad I committed suicide.

Just keeping it real. If you know the climate, you know that’s probably true.

If it sounds like I’m being dramatic, it’s because this has been obscenely dramatic. A public shaming is not a surgical weapon. It’s napalm, it sprays everywhere.

I am an unwilling passenger to this, as are the people in my life, those who’ve known me for years and those who meet me now. The shaming has now gone on longer by far than any of the relationships in the shaming, some of which were over as much as nine years ago.

I don’t wish anyone involved in my public shaming ill. I want them to be free of it and I want me to be free of it and I want to move on and live separate lives. It appears they do not want this literally at all, and appear to be terrified that moving on from harassing me would

So I don’t know how to fix or change or even evolve my situation.

I’m incredibly grateful for the people in my life now, and the opportunities that are appearing for me. I have been a lucky person in so many ways. I’m grateful that people give me a chance; I’m fortunate that I’ve found new friends and kept all the old ones that actually cared about me.

I remain open to healing with people I’ve hurt with my past choices, and am happy to say this process has gone really well now that I’m an adult who’s done a lot of work on themselves, instead of an unmedicated selfish ADHD mentally-ill sex addict fuckboy in my mid-twenties, and the venue of healing isn’t “ULTIMATE INTERNET GLADIATOR WAR: WHO CAN WRITE THE BEST STATEMENT TO MAKE THE OTHER PERSON GET KILLED BY A STRANGER CHALLENGE! (4 LOCO REFUSE TO GO TO THERAPY EDITION!!!)”

Three years out, all the shaming did was cause chaos, violence, harassment, death threats to me, and pain for the people I care about. It didn’t protect or help anyone, except for the people who got a lot of likes and followers out of it, and whatever “protection” it gave them doesn’t mean anything because they still regularly actively try to be part of my life and “public narrative” (cringe) whenever I pop up to remind the world I exist as a human being.

And then a stranger screams at one of my friends. Again.

Fifteen thousand people, thirty thousand eyes, every month being introduced to me as a cartoonishly malevolent caricature of me in my 20s, designed by people who loudly and repeatedly admit they hate me, created for the express (and expressed!) purpose of making sure everyone else hates me too…

Forever, apparently? Zero roads to peace. Zero roads to forgiveness. Zero platform for me to clarify my own truth and experience, and zero interest in anything beyond the established narrative. No path back to humanity. A death sentence guaranteed by a Google result, and enforced by insane strangers.

The Jerry Springer show.

And then that real hate for an imaginary person spilling out onto people who love me, in real life, in scary ways I can never predict.

It’s not like my shaming has directly led to actual violence. Oh wait it has? Oh uh…Uhhh….

BRIGHT SUCKED THO, RIGHT? LOL TWILIGHT ZONE HELICOPTER LOL TECHNICALLY UR DAD WASN’T INNOCENT JUST NOT GUILTY, NEPOTISM DIE WE HATE YOU, WE’RE BEING NORMAL, IF YOU GET KILLED IT’S FUNNY, STOP HIDING BEHIND UR FRIENDS IF THEY GET HURT IT’S CAUSE THEY SHOULDN’T CARE ABOUT YOU, NO ONE SHOULD, WE’RE THE GOOD PEOPLE IN THE SITUATION

Enough.

You can go on hating me now, I guess. This isn’t about whether or not you think I’m a Worthy Human Soul, but it’s too much. Ugh, wait, see how I still cower, see how I still try to respect your right to think I’m a “subhuman” unworthy of compassion?

Literally just a trauma reflex. Can any sane person honestly believe that for years I’ve just been stewing like a defeated dragon at the end of the fairy tale?Isn’t it possible that the person you hate is ghost story that now serves primarily to stop them, out of spite, from ever growing into anything else?

I want it to end. I need it to end. I want someone to loudly call bullshit on kicking someone while they’re down for years after their career has already been dismantled and their public image destroyed, their name stolen and their loved ones endlessly bullied and harassed.

That’s why I want you to understand, I need you to understand, but I’m too afraid to ask you for help. I so deeply want your understanding but help is always too much to ask.

Because I don’t want them to come after you, too.
 

We're supposed to feel sorry for a multimillionaire who can't make AAA budget movies anymore? Boo fucking hoo.
 
BrunoMattei said:

We're supposed to feel sorry for a multimillionaire who can't make AAA budget movies anymore? Boo fucking hoo.
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It sounds like nothing to you, but to him it feels like the end of the world. I've been observing him for years now, and even got insider knowledge. One of his latest gfs broke up with him not because he was being abusive, but because he is honestly so fucking pathetic now that she couldn't stand to be around him. According to her, all he does when he isn't doing his fanfic is cry about how much his life sucks now, obsessively name search himself, and get hurt all over again. She says that he throws massive tantrums constantly, but never takes his rage out on her, but directs it inwards. Now he's posting on his alter-ego instagram account about how much of a bitch one of his exes was, and how she stole 30k worth of cash from him (a literal millionaire) since she asked him to pay her rent for like a year.

For his entire life, Max has always wanted to be a great genre filmmaker. He wanted to be his generation's George Lucas, to create a fictional movie franchise on par with the great ones that already exist. His first movie (which was apparently mostly written by his screenwriting professor) was a hit, but everything after has been a critical and commercial bomb. His last movie, Shadow in the Cloud, was released after he was cancelled, and that was his first critical success in years, but the director basically had to lie and say she rewrote the whole thing herself and his credit was a technicality. So the movie that may have turned his rep around is basically not even his anymore, it just got turned into a platform to dump on him even more.

His self-image as a cool, fun, progressive nerdy screenwriter isn't tenable in a world that sees him as a monster. His problem is that he thinks he was "cancelled", when the truth is he was accused of very serious sex crimes by several women. He's apparently a serial rapist according that used his money and influence to silence his accusers. On top of the image as a failed screenwriter that will never be able to redeem himself, he is forever going to be remembered as a rapist and a monster. He talks constantly about what people see when they google his name (one of his accusers even says he used to pay people to "fix" the algotherim), and how his name has been stolen from him. I don't see however, a lot of reflection about the people he hurt or contrition on that front, besides vague platitudes.

He's making his pain about how others in his life are impacted by him getting exposed, but it's not about that at all. For a narcissist like Max, what happened to him was a kind of death. This dude was obsessed with his image before the #MeToo article, but now he knows for a fact that when he dies he won't be remembered as a story teller, he'll be remembered and talked about like a sex criminal. He can't just enjoy his money and fuck off, because his entire conception of himself has died. He is a walking husk, who can't even kill himself because his pride won't allow for giving his enemies the joy of learning of his death. He talks ruefully about how people "might" celebrate online if he killed himself, but there's no "might" about it, when he was in a suicide ward, there were people who were openly posting about it in triumph.

I'm no millionaire, I'll probably never have the wealth Max has, but there is no amount of money in the world that'd make me trade places with him. Better to be an unknown, than a narcissist who is confronted with the fact that everyone on the planet hates him and wishes he were dead.
 
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So Max Landis actually responded to this kiwifarms thread in his instagram stories, saying that we're misunderstanding him completely and being unfair. Alright, so I'm going to try and be as fair with him as possible.

He talked more about the trauma he's been going through in his life, like that girl that tried to kill him, and the people who feel the need to humiliate his family and friends on behalf of a "noble" goal. His sister, mother and father crying their eyes out at the pain and humiliation their family is going through, he lays it all out there, it's kinda sad. People have always found him annoying, and now they feel justified in trashing him completely. Like, people who were mad at him for attacking (correctly) criticizing Rey as a dogshit character can feel OK about wanting him to die over that because he's also been accused of such heinous crimes.

There's no way of knowing for sure, but could you imagine if he really was at worst, an insensitive fuckboy that pissed off the wrong group of people, and then they all collectively decided to destroy his life? Like they all just fucking ended him on a whim, like he's not this sociopathic sex predator but a guy who just made shitty decisions? He's right in that they were mostly his friends like 5 minutes before that article dropped, and then he became their greatest enemies. They went from eating dinner with his family to making jokes about the Twilight Zone accident. That's probably the most destabilizing part, for people that were close to him stab him in the back, and for a parade of them to one by one turn their backs on him when he was at his lowest (Chloe Dykstra comes to mind).

In Max's view, a bunch of people he knew got together and enacted a conspiracy to destroy his life. Anna Akana, his last ex gf before the article dropped, and a bunch of other people plotted his downfall in an act of pure cathartic joy at tearing someone down. Any "progress" he's made in his mental health journey has been rendered irrelevant, because these people will continously drag his name through the mud for as long as he lives.

In some sick way, it's almost funnier if he was not the monster he was described as, if he was just a guy who had an unbelievably shitty turn on his life. He apparently got kicked out of a wing in a mental hospital because his history made some of the staff "uncomfortable". Imagine if he didn't actually do anything to deserve that? Like, their whole job is to look after sick people who've probably done heinous shit, but they're worried about looking after Max because he's "problematic". That's so god damn dark, but undeniably funny.

With all that said, the biggest evidence against Max is probably the account of one of his ex-gfs. Dylan Meyer, his longest relationship from that article and probably the girl he had the deepest connection with, of the ones that accused him that is. She's a Jewish screenwriter with a famous dad just like Max, who is now engaged to Kristen Stewart (that's gotta be fucking weird to hear about an ex gf). This is the relationship that makes me most suspicious of Max, since she's been cryptically subtweeting about him for years before he was cancelled, and she seems to have the most fucked up accusations against him, while also being closest to him. She claims he did things to her that are so humiliating that she can't even write them down, of all the crazy shit in that article that destroyed Max Landis, that's the line that stuck with me the most. That's as fair as I can be, even in the hypothetical world where he didn't do those heinous sex crimes, there's a large lingering doubt out there just from the way that he drove all these people to saying those things about him. How the hell does one inspire such a burning hatred?

By the way, if Max Landis is still reading this site, he really shouldn't, because a huge part of kiwifarms is 100% dedicated to relishing in the misery of people who are usually just annoying . What do you think that you, someone that's been accused of some pretty serious crimes, would get out of reading thread about you on a site like this? Even if you are innocent, most of the people think your life being destroyed in this way is fucking hilarious. It's seriously a no win situation.
 
"Why don't you archive those ig stories?" is what I wanted to ask.
I jumped onto https://www.storysaver.net/ and wew lad
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He seems to go on a long rant on camera. Multiple rants, from the looks of it, jesus.
I'll post this one first, which seems to be him coping hard with his depression and anxiety.
 
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