Six years ago, I reported on all that Pizzagate filth — some people have credited me with coming up with the name “Pizzagate,” which is probably true.
I was years early to that scandal; not something I’m proud of, just the mathematical and historical reality.
Back in 2017, we uploaded an 8 minute professionally edited and legally vetted video. You can see it here as we reuploaded it to Substack for archival purposes.
Some of the YouTubers who tried to destroy my reputation and muddy the waters — very aggressively so — have surfaced recently with a fresh angle.
“What was he on about years ago? Why did he get so upset at us?”
Oh, don’t play dumb. Some of these YouTubers and “influencers” went at me so frequently and relentlessly back in the day — almost like it was a paid operation of some kind to distract from what I was reporting on.
By playing dumb, these YouTubers hope to renovate their images, as they are concerned that things like Mel Gibson’s Sound of Freedom may put this scandal right back front and center in the public consciousness.
At long day’s end, I didn’t deserve non-stop mockery or scrutiny of my personal life for reporting on this stuff.
The Internet should have rallied around me, but instead it rallied around the formulaic harassers. Easier that way — easier to dismiss myself, Isaac Kappy, and a few others as “crazy people” than to look at those uncomfortable WikiLeaks, where some of America’s wealthiest lobbyists are engaged in what sure seems to be plain as day child trafficking, not much different from the scenarios shown in Song of Freedom.
Easier to joke about how the pizza shop didn’t have a basement and I’m “craaaazy” than to, you know, read the emails in a dispassionate manner and ask ourselves… what are these strange boomer Clinton fixers actually talking about? Spiritcooking dates? Time in the torture chamber? Walnut saucing trips? “The farm.” The heated pool. It goes on and on.
Anyway, I can’t forgive these people. I thought about it, and no can do. Not in this life.
They’ve taken too much time from my career already, and have caused too much stress in my life — we don’t get forever here. They’ve sullied my adult life experience in America significantly. Pursuit of happiness, yeah, right.
It’s the creator’s forgiveness they need anyway. Callously covering up the West’s child trafficking reality for this long is just beyond the pale grotesque behavior.
Before stumbling across Pizzagate, I was a tech journalist who appeared frequently on HuffPost LIVE and Joe Rogan’s podcast.
They deleted all 7 of my interviews with Rogan, and removed most of my high impact reporting from my Huffington Post column page. Gone forever, on both counts.
I guess wiping away who I actually was and am makes it easier for the influencer harassers to define me. To define my journalism as ridiculous, when it really wasn’t at all ridiculous.
Back in my tech journalism days, I reported on crypto, because I thought it was a significant invention. I still do.
In reporting on crypto today, I see it as a peaceful and elegant means of deflating the wealth of these bizarre boomer inheritor chomoic clowns who see themselves as our masters.
I don’t report on crypto out of any specific self interest: I report on it because it may be how we burn these people to the ground — quite figuratively and peacefully — in the marketplace.
Once their made-up money is worth nothing, many more will be willing to say what I’ve been saying about these handful of old folks who presumed entirely too much about the rest of us.
And they need to leave the kids alone already. I think that was what motivated me to report on all this back in 2016 and 2017. It wasn’t self-motivated, it wasn’t for exaggeration or attention or effect — they actually do need to leave the next generation alone already.
Where are all the other adults in the room, to say as I’ve been saying all along?
Onward,
D