Mokusatsu...
You get what you deserve..
I have never had any trouble making news. My first AI project landed me on the pages of The Sunday Times. My first year online got me a solid spot on the SPLC’s Top 20 creators of Hate list on Odysee. 2024 Honored me with hit pieces in Wired Magazine, and a Washington Post article which actually identified me (anon at the time) also got me banned from quite a few services. This taste of cancel culture was amusing, but also challenging. 2025 got me attention from Think Tanks, and more shadowy praise from hate monitoring groups. 2026 has brought even more press from The Guardian, who thinks my only authorized audiobook should see me sent to prison.
I know my work is effective because it has drawn fire from all sides, mostly my own. People I trusted and even loved turned out to be quite treacherous. Tumult and scumbaggery have seen some of the most dedicated, valued, and toughest partners kick rocks. Some, for the most miniscule and nonsensical reasons. One of my most loyal and supportive friends walked away during the week I got doxxed by wignats.
In a movement that idealizes racial solidarity I have found mostly weakness, moral and ideological. I have had to do the work of ten men for 1/10th of one man’s pay. Slowly, I have liquidated all of my assets, signed away my inheritance, gotten myself debanked, deplatformed, and defunded by many a White traitor, and edgelord neo-nazi impersonator. The drama is mind-numbing, stupid, and in some cases, criminal.
The same people who mass reported my home platform to stripe also cry about things like honor and purity. The whole thing is a joke. The ones who “never seek to divide” also never seek to stand up and defend their race, or even their friends. They are safe, quiet, lukewarm, empty uniforms. I am undaunted, and now I know who my friends are. My best work is yet to come, and my long mokusatsu is over.
Our rules only apply to our people. Everyone else can taste hands…