I don’t really know where to begin, so I’ll just first say that people are dead and none of this is funny. I can’t for the life of me wrap my mind around finding out that someone connected to you committed a mass shooting and your first instinct is to create a fake manifesto in order to pin it on some account that pisses you off. I want to believe that it’s an elaborate way to distract themselves from their own feelings of guilt as they’re obviously implicated, but in all likelihood these people just don’t care that there are parents in Wisconsin who didn’t get to pick their kids up from school yesterday.
There’s something particularly grotesque about the way school shootings are immediately politicized because mass shooters are almost never actually political, they’re outcast indiscriminate misanthropes who want to see the world burn before they kill themselves, and if they could see people’s reactions to their violence, they’d probably feel even more justified. Because while hundreds of families will never be quite the same again, millions of people can only think about what that means for themselves and their politics. And it doesn’t end there unfortunately. Not only are people’s reactions self absorbed and reveal a total lack of humanity, they’re incredibly stupid. All critical thought goes out the window as people latch on to whatever story best suits their narrative and refuse to let go no matter how much evidence there is to the contrary. I’m starting to remember why I was an edgy college student reading cringe neoreactionary blogs in my dorm room, maybe I do agree after all that mass literacy was a mistake. At least there was a sense of order to the lies when information was explicitly controlled by a central entity that everyone could name and point to.
The shooter is trans! The shooter is a radfem terf misandrist! It doesn’t matter these two stances are entirely opposed. It doesn’t matter that the shooter only followed accounts that were some flavor of neo-nazi. It doesn’t matter that her tumblr account only featured guns and fangirl edits of school shooters (all male) and her tiktok bio referenced the far right phrase “Total N***** Death.” It doesn’t matter that her actual manifesto mentions nothing about hating men and in fact praises seven male mass shooters referring to them as “saints” for committing similar acts of violence. It doesn’t even matter that the originators of the lie have been caught admitting to the lie. All that matters is that the lie serves a purpose for the people choosing to believe it. Truth is irrelevant. The value of information lies in how much it is believed, not how factual it is. This is the Age of Information and Information has become the ultimate weapon. Every news story is a battle now and the internet is the battlefield. Why wage a war with guns when belief and confusion will suffice?
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One of the most eye opening perspectives you can ever be witness to is seeing the way disinformation spreads in real time when you know the actual truth because the disinformation in question is about yourself. It’s equal parts fascinating, terrifying, maddening, and it will force you to become a highly skeptical person who knows exactly what questions to ask. It’s become instinct now to ignore almost every rumor I hear unless it comes with genuine receipts. Doubting The Official Narrative is child’s play. Once you see how decentralized information is and how it spreads with zero basis in reality, you’ll understand that almost all narrative is a weapon yielded against someone in service to another’s survival. Almost every counter narrative is equally bullshit and only muddies the waters to the point where the truth doesn’t necessarily become impossible to find, but impossible to determine. It will eventually meet it’s fate of wasting away in plain sight, lost amongst the chaos. We truly live in the age of The Tower of Babel. And if you’ve ever pissed off enough people online to the point where they start writing fanfiction about you, you understand this better than any civilian. Everyone is engaging in psyops whether they know it or not, and there is absolutely nothing you can do about it. The information is too vast, too fast, and too strong. Al Gore opened the gates of hell and we gladly welcomed it into our lives and let it take hold of our worst instincts. And now we’re just gonna have to live with that until we start a jihad against the machines and we outlaw computers.
Here are some examples of the fanfiction I’ve read about myself the past two days and why it’s so insane to read. Stories that aren’t even half truths, but are in fact the exact opposite of reality, can gain traction in an instant without a single piece of evidence. All it takes is someone saying the words and putting them out in the ether because that’s all posting is- casting spells.
- That I’m an advocate of violence. This one is especially ironic because I’ve made it explicitly clear that I see no use for violence to achieve my goals. Bottom tier men will continue to voluntarily drop out and opt to watch porn, women will continue to close down their wombs as worthy men are few in number, and no blood will be shed, nature will just take its course and I think that’s really cool because it’s the first time we’ve gotten to do that in 12,000 years. It’s patriarchy that requires violence to maintain because of the very fact that it’s an artificial system. Letting women freely choose who they have children with free of any coercion is quite literally the absence of violence.
- That I have an opiate addiction. This one really gave me a laugh. One time I MICRO dosed shrooms and I had to lie down in our bedroom in total darkness for hours while all of the guests we had over at our Gold Coast apartment got fucked up in our living room. I can’t even smoke weed without demanding that someone takes me to the hospital because I “can’t breathe.”
I have immense anxiety around drugs, the extent of what I can handle is Alcohol, which I neurotically count to make sure I don’t end up getting sick or black out, and my Vyvanse prescription. Anything that would make me feel that out of control is out of the question. If I were to ever develop a drug problem, it would be to stimulants, but even then I just see myself forgetting about the habit after about three months, I get bored easily. I only post a lot because the easiest way for me to get dopamine is to argue with people, it doesn’t stress me out, but rather calms me. - That I’m trafficking children on the West Coast. I have no clue how anyone comes up with this stuff, but of course, if there’s someone willing to make it up, there are a hundred more willing to believe it no matter how crazy it sounds. People take their petty grievances so seriously that they’re willing to believe some woman who hurt their feelings on the internet is secretly a part of a Qanon-esque plot to traffic kids, and to top it all off- in a part of the country I don’t even reside in.
- That I threatened my child with a knife and got put under involuntary psychiatric hold then went to jail and lost custody . I almost don’t want to address this because it’s truly a depraved thing to make up about someone and shouldn’t even be acknowledged. I also think it’s wild how the very people describing me as “hateful”use their platforms to spread defamation as nasty as this.
The funniest part about this defamation is that it would be the most easily provable if true (which also means that if I wanted to, they would be the easiest targets to sue for libel because I could easily prove that it’s a lie in court). There would be a criminal record, family court documents, a news story about attacking an infant, a clear paper trail would exist for something this egregious. The obvious problem here for them is I’ve never been to family court and I don’t have a criminal record (funnily enough, I also happen to have a terrible fear of knives). Or maybe I technically do have a criminal record? But I was a juvenile, meaning that it’s sealed. Many years ago I had to go to court with my friends for TPing houses when I was sixteen, that’s just a rite of passage in the suburbs though. The judge yelled at us because he “expected better of students who attended a private school” which I thought was really stupid, we were still just dumb teens at the end of the day regardless of what school we attended.
I would hope no one is ridiculous enough to act like that’s a real crime, but now that I’ve shared this information, someone will undoubtedly tell the world I’m a terrorist for throwing toilet paper at houses when I was in high school. But that’s life in hell for ya, o well.
