all this because I followed a bunch of random people on instagram…
Yesterday evening I received a notification on my instagram account… <record-player-needle-scratch.mp3>
“Greg you have an instagram?” I used to have an instagram account that was over 12k followers in 2019. I burned it down because instagram is not a great platform for growth, especially with the Canadian stasi policing non-narrative-positive-voices. I started a new instagram account in March in an effort to reach a few more people who might be interested in coming out to the event I performed at in Olds Alberta. It has mainly sat dormant since then…
… anyways I received a notification that some dusty old man from Toronto didn’t enjoy one of my comments on some advertisement. You see, I like to partake in the age-old past time of, what the kids refer to, as “shit. posting.” for my own amusement. I’ve been playing music a long time. I don’t really care about people’s perceptions of me based on my opinions. This old timer who hasn’t accomplished much in his day felt the need to comment that my “poste-du-merde” as they say in Quebec wasn’t “doing my music any favors.” I disgree pops: you don’t get favors when you’re on my side of the line…
You see the people who like what I like tend to have gone through similar experiences like those of my own. I’m not trying to attract everyone into enjoying my brand; quite the opposite actually. I am doing what I can to be my most authentic-self, and if someone appreciates that about me: super. If not? Oh well. I feel like this is the only way to have someone actually get invested in what I make: being authentic. Authenticity works for me. In that same right I let this ungentleman know, in a very disrespectful manner, that I did not care about what his opinions were. That’s where that ended though, because the internet is an emaciated battleground of mean words and hurt feelings. It isn’t something you should care about, nor invest in. I imagine this individual spent the entire night worrying about what impact this might have on his own fledgling career since some person he will never meet in his life on the internet was rude to him. This is how people who make music are psychologically abused to ensure they never step out of line and infuse a message of truth-and-dissent into their creative-works. They literally don’t want you to say what you’re feeling. That’s why they always want you to, “write what sells.” I rejected that programming. I hope this guy can reject that before his time is over. He actually has some nice songs, I’ll give him that.
As I sat there it occurred to me that if I truly do wish to wear the moniker, “Professional Authority Disrespector,” then I should be doing it to the best of my ability at all times. I am a professional, afterall…
Since my instagram account is quite small: < 300 subs at the time of writing this article, I thought what could be more disrespectful to instagram than to abuse the algorithm and grow my account aggressively. When you’re growing an account from the ground up, and you don’t really care about the long-term quality of said account, which in the case of instagram I do not, there is a tactic which you can employ to drive reach-and-subscribers while you exist under certain thresholds of account size and daily use. It is called the “follow unfollow” or FUF if you’re talking to a marketing nerd. Part of this tactic is to find some accounts which might have sympathetic followers to yourself and just go down the list hitting follow on every single account you see. For me, it made the most sense to poach followers off of the people following my own online-pals. I chose Derek Ranks, Raging Dissident, and The Ferryman’s Toll. These made sense because these guys have interacted with me quite a bit, played my songs, and shared my content. People who follow these guys will ultimately probably know about my brand, and therefor have a higher chance of following my own account. I started following everyone… while watching King Of The Hill… This wasn’t Telegram. It’s a poo-poo normie platform. It didn’t require much attention…
Now don’t get me wrong: I don’t unfollow people who follow me back. I actually like making connections with like-minded individuals and seeing what they make. In that same right: the initial results were great. I met a few people who had heard my music and enjoyed it. One guy even sent me some songs he had made and we talked a little about maybe doing a bit of music together in the future.
Therein is the essence of why social media can be great:
We can connect.
We can find our friends…
So I followed until instagram wouldn’t let me follow anymore then I put my phone down and went to bed. Little did I know the level of psychotic paranoia I would encounter in the morning…
I woke up to text messages, yes text; not messages on instagram, but text messages to my work phone. These messages were from an individual whom I used to loosely know. They were, obviously, sending me angry texts. I had not spoken to this person at any length for over a year, and the only reason they had my number is: in the early days of everything-we-are-living-through-now I, like many others, thought that the contacts we made would be good, kind, genuine people. People who would have our backs when things got tough. Maybe someone we could network with if things got really bad.
This article will explain why this is not the case.
Let me give you a little history about this individual, how our connection came to be, and also allow me to ensure to you that I will not be doing any direct informational doxxing here; I do not believe in that. I will be showing you the actual text chain further down the page though; it is hilarious. At least I think so…
When the covid regime began lying to everyone about lockdowns in early 2020 I became very suspicious of what was going on. I hadn’t really connected with anyone yet; just a few local in-real-life-friends whom I still speak with today. As time went on, and the insanity increased, I began to use my platform to speak-out against what I saw (and has been confirmed) as injustice and tyrannical-overreach of an inept-governing-body. Local far-left political terrorists did not like this. They did not like me doing anything. They were always trying to get me cancelled for something stupid which they would make up, but such is life in a low-IQ country like the one I live in: people gravitate towards organizations which make them feel safe even if those organizations are using them for nefarious purposes. That desire for acceptance is a genetic response. We all want to find groups to survive-the-winter-with. Exile is a death sentence, at least was is in our blood memory, so finding a group to be a part-of could mean long-term survival if it is the right group/community.
In April on Easter Sunday 2020, a video of a Priest in Calgary went viral. In this video you could see the Priest kicking the police out of his church which had come to try and shut down his Christian service. I say that specifically because other religions were allowed to continue to congregate at the time. I thought that him removing those police was great: they were acting as agents of evil. It showed push back against the insanity we were facing in our daily lives. It showed that I wasn’t as alone in this world as I thought. It turned out that this Priest was Artur Pawlowski; the heavily-persecuted-by-the-state religious leader from Calgary Alberta Canada. God bless you Artur. I posted his video to my instagram, which was my largest platform at the time, and went to sunday dinner. When I returned home and checked my phone, the level-of-kvetch was so astronomical you’d have thought NASA actually did something beyond the firmament.
I had people attacking me; calling me a “transphobe” for sharing a video of a guy kicking police out of his Church. We now know these people are demon-possessed; the worms in their digestive tracts and brains fear Christ Jesus. Any mention of His glory gets them wriggling, and that’s why they had to attack me enmasse with their internet gangs. I felt ostracized from my current community which cucked to the slightest of social pressures. I see now that the people I associated with then was not a community at all, but just a bunch of people who were using each other to try and get ahead of one another. It was a crab bucket. Since I was stepping out of line, I was targeted. Every day presents a new learning experience if you’re willing to listen…
I had people sending me death threats over posting a video which wasn’t even of me. I had been under the microscope of the micropenis-brigade many times in my past, but this was the first time I actually had concerns. I was being cast out of what I thought was an accepting group of people because some strangers on the internet were mad at me. I felt like I was being exiled from the only place I had felt a tiny bit of acceptance. Again… in hindsight that was a false perception on my part. While I had my small friend group to lean on which had my back and agreed with me, I didn’t have a sense of community beyond that. We were locals, and it was small, but we were still fragmented. At this point in time it really felt like, “us against the world.” We were learning the new environment that false-authority had forced upon us through covid-tyranny. The isolation was a really big problem and it was by design. We were isolated to pacify us. That was until one of my friends in this friends-group sent me a link to a Raging Dissident podcast.
I liked a lot of what I was hearing: here was someone who was as angry as I was about the state of the country I lived in. He was articulate, he was presenting himself in a manner which appealed to me, and what piqued my interest the most? He was also Canadian. I couldn’t believe this kind of content was coming out of Canada. There were even more Canadians that felt as I did. The system in Canada does everything it can to fragment communities and drive-a-wedge into any identified authentic unity so as to retain an iron-grip on the people indentured to it. This man presented a solution to that oppression, and he was doing it through a podcast and his comendy; content creation.
I had been a musician for a long time at this point. My career had taken me from a know-nothing kid with a guitar and a microphone, to deep in the industry working in studios and festivals, to forcing me to branch out on my own due to marxist-leninist-tactics that attacked my character because I was a threat to the those who saw themselves as “the proletariats” or some communist shit like that, which eventually forced me into a “patriotic” character arc. That patriotic arc was right around the time that a gentleman in a Canadian tire was beaten to the ground by security for refusing to wear a mask. It was a horrible video. I felt for that guy. I felt so angered by it that I called Canadian tire and tore them a new one on the phone. I recorded it so a few buddies could hear it. By chance, someone had sent the recording of that call to Raging Dissident and he played it live on his broadcast. That phone call began my streak of infamy...
It brought me lots of support. It brought me lots of hate. I didn’t know how to handle a lot of this at that moment in time. I was still worried that some blue-hair on the internet leaving a mean comment would “kill my career.” I still thought ever supportive comment was sarcastic in some way. It takes time to alleviate yourself of the burdens which are caused by those who are lesser and jealous of you, but it passes. All of that was done to essentially psyop me, and people like me, into not speaking out about how we feel. When you are making content and/or in-the-position of a public figure, you need to fortify your spirit. The best way to do that is to continue down your path and carry the cross that God hands to you until your journey is complete. If you don’t get what I’m saying by this, I have published articles and podcasts about this topic. The story continues…
Over the course of the next couple years I was thrust into a community of people, many of who are here reading this now. It felt like I had finally found a place where I belonged. Heck, I’d been under attack for so long I was ready to jump into any ship, but the one that just pulled up wasn’t some dingy. Here was a tall-ship crewed by people who actually valued many of the same things I did. When opportunity knocks you need to answer, and answer I did…
I became an active member of this community which many would refer to as “Diagolon,” but I would just refer to as: a bunch of really nice people who felt isolated and attacked, but were starting to push back together. Not every person who enjoys the content I make would call themselves an enjoyer-of-Diagolon. I believe this is because of the way I conduct myself. I am not the labels others put on me, but I can enjoy things, and the Diagolon community was something I enjoyed. The people were nice. The people thought like I did. They liked things that I liked. It wasn’t what jealous web blogs claimed it to be; it was good people from all walks and beliefs coming together to find a sense of belonging. Knowing what I had known and lived the experiences I had lived, I knew many people were likely just like me: recovering from years of psychological attacks. I took it upon myself to become a very understanding and helping person when I was able to. This is just how I am by nature. I wanted to contribute to this community of people in a positive manner because, unbeknowst to them at the time, their support and generosity had done very much to help me recover from my own anxieties.
I met a lot of people. I met roughnecks form oilfields, tradesmen pulling wire and framing houses, farmers and ranchers, gardeners and gamers. I met mothers and fathers; people who had not yet found anyone, and ones who had gone through painful separations due to disagreements about the state-sanctioned coercion. I met people who had been treated poorly and I saw some of myself in them. Unfortunately, though, there are always rats looking for a compost pile to munch on. My naivety at the time, and my nature in general, allowed some people in to my life who were not genuine.
This individual who sent me these ridiculous text messages this morning was one of these people. The proof is in the text messages I am about to show you. I am not going to sit here and flame this person, and I do not encourage you to do it either but I am going to let you take a look for yourself, because these are the ramblings of a lunatic, and lunatics are everywhere. It is our responsibility to identify red-flag behaviors and address them. If we don’t do that, we end up getting dragging into bullshit that doesn’t concern us. Take a page from ole Arcade and learn something here: you don’t need to help everyone, and you don’t even need to be a ear for them to talk to, because they might turn around and blow up your phone. This person didn’t give me the benefit the doubt, even though I had been kind in the past and listened to her bullshit problems. This person assumed that I am somehow working in tandem with other people in their own personal affairs to execute some master plan to ruin someones life? ahaha what the f*ck?! Let me lay this out as simply as possible for everyone to see once and for all:
I.
Do Not.
Care.
About.
Your.
Bullshit.
I want to also share this with you because I think you should see what content creators put up with, but I also want to show you what is lurking around the corners of the chat rooms and channels you frequent; this isn’t the first time or the first person to send me this kind of message, but I’ve had enough and I’m sharing this stuff from now on.
To preface these messages with yet again more context: you should know that there was an occurrence, which I have only heresay about and do not know the whole story because it isn’t my business, within this same community I described above, in which a member of this community, not the one texting, worked her way the lives of many caring individuals, and allegedly defrauded them of vast amounts of money by painting sad stories about her situation. This woman had once sent me a message asking for money as well, so I could see the validity in everything which has happened, but having been around the block a few times I am weary of sending anyone money online. I don’t have much more information about this because, again, this is none of my business. I was dragged into this as of this morning, and I am being very clear about it: I do not care about your dramatic woman bullshit. The only reason I am sharing it now is because the person who sent me a text message is a constant gravity well for drama who is dragging people into it.
Here are the text messages I woke up to (i’m in green):
text expand of her initial message
my final text expand
as you will take note: I blocked this individual. So if I don’t care, why share this? Well for one, I do not appreciate being involved in something which I have intentionally stayed out of, entirely. I also need to show you what you’re dealing with out there. I never do this. I imagine a lot of you never do this: blow up someone’s phone. These people are all old. Old I mean 30s 40s 50s. Could you imagine being a part of this kind of insane drama at your age? I only am because of people like this. They should be put in a facility and kept from the general population.
Another pressing matter from these messages that should be addressed: how mentally ill are you to think that there is some giant scheme going on behind the scenes, and how advanced is that mental illness that you think I have any part in that? Because some guys played my music and we’re friends on a messenger app because we occasionally make content together? This is some CSIS level make-believe if you ask me. Generating some boogeyman to validate a porous-brain theory that by me, following on account on instagram, an account of which I don’t even know who it belongs to, that you think I’m part of some giant conspiracy to monitor your life… I don’t even know where I’m going with this. This situation is insane. Right? The fact that this is even a possibility to this person makes me question if they themselves are doing the same to others. How else would you even think this exists? They clearly have a group chat where they are coordinating against the people mentioned above. It is lunacy.
The point of this article is to encourage my readers to protect their spaces.
The point of this article is not to have people go after anyone. I don’t care. If you think this is bad you should see some of the crazy emails I’ve received. The person in particular who has sent me these messages is one who was continually, and often, removed from group chats, channels, etc. because of their irrational ability to function within a community. When I discussed this, this morning with my friend who is also aware of this person, he suggested I don’t bring her any attention. This is why I removed names and numbers. He also mentioned this person has been discussed at great length with others because her m-o is this. This is how someone like this gets self-validation. Go find it with someone else.
As I stated, I have no desire to be a part of any of this drama, because I am an adult, but I am being dragged in by someone who is essentially saying, “HEY WHY AREN’T YOU A PART OF THIS OH MY GAWSH WHY CAN’T YOU LEAVE THEM ALONE!??!” The term bat-shit-crazy is the only way I can describe this.
HERE IS THE POINT OF THE ARTICLE FINALLY
Protect your spaces. The people you meet on the internet are not your friends. Not at first. Not for a while. You need to take a long time to evaluate these people. Social media psyopped you into thinking someone who likes something you like is “your friend.” Friends Lists, right?
I was guilty of being too kind and forgiving to people who come with baggage or red flags, because I know people had unfairly targeted me in the past. I know now I do not need to be friends with everyone. I don’t need to be nice to everyone. Neither do you. Finding your friends is very important, especially in real life, but you need to find FRIENDS. Not subversives. My real life friends group? We are messaging right now while I write this. no drama. No bullshit. Just goal oriented discussions and in-real-life plans to go hunting. That is what you need to focus on.
You guys know that I am a big advocate of removing parasites from your life. I mean this as a meta for many things, but here I mean specifically in your body and in your social circle. Look at who is around you and who has been there for you. Look at who is genuine, and look who might be more of a “business colleague.” You heart will know, but your heart can be deceived. If you let in rats, they will spread disease. Drama is disease. It saps you of your energy. It is parasitic. I can’t believe I’m even writing this today, but I need to. This is long. It took a lot of time away from harvesting my garden, but it is a valuable sentiment. I need the people who read and consume my content; people who are a part of my community to be healthy, happy, and surrounded by love, because this is my community and I won’t have this kind of bullshit floating around muddying the waters. You aren’t going to have a bountiful harvest when you’re busy dealing with dramatic nonsense. I’m not even involved in this, and see how it seeps into my world. Reject it.
Parasites want to drag you in to their hell, because their lives are hell.
They are unhappy. They are not worth the effort. The term “parasite,” when used for a person, is often misconstrue because people use it to denigrate entire groups at times. I do not use it in this manner. I use it specifically for people who are actively seeking to take more for themselves than contributing back to the overall ecosystem. Taking people’s time and energy through dramatic behavior is parasitic. If you cleanse your world of parasites, you will be living in an Eden because you will be able to have time for the beautiful things: friends, family, spirituality, animals, culture, art, reading, etc. If you are surrounded by parasites, you won’t have time for anything like that. They will sap you of the beauty in your life. Seeking dramatic attention is parasitic behavior. End of story. Like I said at the end of those messages:
Grow Up.
Blocked.
all this because I followed a bunch of random people on instagram…
IT is crucial to let off some steam now and again when your boiler is full.
I am with you on this! After the past 3 years I now have a super small number of real people around me and I have so much more space to give proper attention to what matters. No drama, no fake BS.