Since when did NSAchange from having .gov Email addresses to having .com ones? Sensible question, one would think, but don’t expect sensible answers from YouTubers, who are busy trying to keep the narrative going that Truth Convoy (AKA Q’s Granny) is having a NSA person, who also happens to be the illusive Q, according to himself, writing back and forth to her. Currently, the narrative is that Thomas Schoenberger, who professed a deep fondness for the Emailer, a858 Stonehenge Reddit puzzle moderator, is having a big dispute with this a858 “Jack” person, who is definitely not him, he and his adoptive granny claim, but might well be this other Brian person, who the Truth Con has hated, for years.
No proof of that is shown, but I can help clarify it’s not true, by debunking the source of the Emails, which, surprise, surprise, don’t come from the NSA at all, even if they have a silly little secret spy type “alias” attached, with nsa.com entered under the address line (it would be a crime to use a .gov address, falsely). Lots of Email clients allow you to do this, and it’s usually not done to try to fool people. It doesn’t manage to, here either, as it’s not an nsa.gov shown in the alias either. This is from my own Email Inbox, as the same person sent me Emails, as part of the same larp.
They’ve managed to get an “immersive“ journalist, Rocco Castoro, involved in the dispute as well, which is sure to do Truth Con’s channel a power of good, in terms of views, since she’s been milking the QAnon material on her YouTube channel for years now, and even sent her precious Emails from Jerome Corsi and Q around to other YouTubers’ channels, like Unirock and Lift the Veil. When suspicions were raised that the Emails were emanating from “America’s greatest living composer” Thomas Schoenberger’s direction, and the suspicions couldn’t be shaken off by the numerous Con videos insisting that some of them showed him mailing them from an official NSA Email address, the narrative changed gears, and is still speeding along, with help from new sources. For an NSA person, a858 sure likes the attention, nearly as much as the Truth Con does, as she eagerly writes back and forth to the Emailer, several years on, while insisting he’s stalking her. This is convenient for Thomas, as he has her firmly sticking up for him, while he hides behind her skirts, from the beastly types who have the nerve to say it’s him, now creating a fake fight with his “sock” account, the Stonehenge Reddit Email address, and all round puzzle-loving attention hound, in the a858 address.
Mind you, Q’s Granny is doing pretty well out of keeping the puzzle of the Emails going, and enjoying it as much as Thomas is, by the looks of it. She tells everyone that comes to her door that it was fun, getting two or three hundred dollars a month, since she got free advertising down on 8Chan for her quilts, and part of the quilt money, she tells the elder care person, who arrived in response to a call about cockroach infestation and water damage (black mold, in her living-room, from a bathroom leak, visible in many of her videos), was from the QAnon people. I show the relevant part of that livestream on my own livestream, while also debunking the narrative she and Thomas are running, about a858 being an nsa person, writing to her from an nsa.gov address. She may have been important to the QAnons, but it’s pretty obvious she’s not that important in the minds of the nsa, no matter what she and Thomas want to claim, to keep the viewers tuned into listening to her lies about extortion gangs of child trafficking terrorists, working for the Jewish mafia, etc. etc.
Bonus: There’s a longer livestream, if you aren’t bored hearing about the Email larp. Q’s Granny is talking to the elder lemon care worker, 20 minutes into this one, but there’s a longer discussion as well, around it. If you’re as bored of their larp as I am, I don’t blame you for not watching the whole stream, but the bad news is, that old larps are the seeds of new larps, and Q still loves his Granny, who would do anything for him, no matter how stupid.
The AI jerks are always about, and there’s a whole brood of them, currently swarming, that’s a pretty nasty one. I’ve spoken about the game they play, many times on this blog. I haven’t spoken much about the kind of future they envision for us all, though.
To them it’s a Utopia, where all their desires can be fulfilled, and they get to be their best self. They want that for us all, apparently, and seek to educate us, so that we learn to love the AI, and long for the promised Eden of Singularity Land, where the robot and human enter into a (simulated and virtual) love pact, that there’s no going back from. This would seem like an unholy union, to the normal person, but these people are into all things freaky, and aspire to have everyone in the world become a freak as well, so they can announce that as the New Normal. Ben Goertzel is their pin-up boy, and Sofia the chatbot a fount of wisdom, in this dystopic vision the technohippies have in mind for us.
The idea of the Singularity is, in their minds, a kind of race to the bottom, for humanity, although they view the giving in, in a hedonistic orgy of vulgar oafishness, as a beautiful transition into a Brave New World, that we should all long for. They are bewildered when you point out that anti-humanistic Satanistic technofreakery isn’t really your thing, and suggest you just aren’t evolved enough to dig all the soft porn they post, to tempt you in with. Philosophy pisses them off, big time, too, as I found out when I posted my first comment in one of their threads, a link to an article about Plato’s conception of beauty, having seen one of them enthuse about her game character’s physical beauty, which, in her mind, was a by-product of kindness. The matrix started glitching, when faced with intelligent discusssion, and philosophy not just providing a cool allegorical reference for Plato’s cave, that could translate to a gaming environment as a shirtless male model on a couch in an underground carpark, and to heck with the philosophy bit.
Two people making logical philosophical points in their thread fried the circuits, and when logic didn’t compute, a fuse blew somewhere, that started out with threats……………..
then, rather hilariously, led to a curse being put on my poor ol’ book, “The Q Affaire”.
I mean, what has a comedic romance thriller novel done to deserve this, other than a spot of light philosophising, I ask you? Satanists aren’t big on humour, though. I knew that already, having come across many of them in my time on YouTube. You can often recognise them by the little wings, with puzzling little dots, which according to Q, is locust poop. Their idea of what is acceptable to post on social media is fairly poop as well, and I ended up having to report one of them to Twitter, for the video of the very young looking girl below, doing unmentionable and tonsil-damaging things to an unsuspecting banana, while dressed up as a cat. The girl posting it was a blue haired female who was doing her best to look like her gaming avatar, and one hopes that this ARG group of LARPers she associates with are just sharing their soft porn stuff between themselves, and not dragging children into virtual reality games with them, online. They seem to me to be a pretty good reason to not give your kid access to a phone or computer until they are at least 21. At least if you don’t want them to get dissed, doxed, and cursed all in a day, by satanic larpers playing an online ARG. This group strike me as people with a lot of personal problems, that they would like everyone else to have as well, so they can call it the norm. Thank goodness the Singularity is nowhere near. I’d hate to see what that thing would look like, if these were the brains helping program it.
Oh, I forgot to mention, being called a shill. Must have been the threats, curses, and doxing that made it temporarily slip my mind. Took me a while to decode the word salad in this Tweet I received, but basically this blue haired female avatar, who insists he’s a male, who just finds it more convenient to pretend to be female in Twitter, for strangers, but gets annoyed when they think he is one, with the mistaken idea they are treated better than men (I didn’t see his friends treat people too well, as they waltz around Twitter threatening and cursing people, and subjecting them to looking at their creepy porn content). He seemed to think I’m being paid to write my book, “The Q Affaire”. Or something. As I say…..
Goodness only knows precisely what’s being conveyed, because…
A. These people are confused about everything, ranging from gender, to how to speak English, right on up to how to visualise a decent future for themselves, based on behaving decently in the present……
B. They are inveterate liars, who are playing an ARG game online, the stated rules of which (letting people know they are in a game) they are breaking, themselves, because they have no morals or ethics, and follow the Satanic Crowley law only, “do as thou wilt”. What they don’t tell anyone about, is that they are hoping to entrap innocent people into joining their game, so they can mess up their heads, their lives, and threaten and dox them. For fun. That’s the average Satanist’s view of what fun is, you see. Welcome to the dystopian future. Or you could just fry their circuits, by saying no to their jerky game and depressing future.
Oh, Ireland. Where are we now, after a full year of the big Lurgi lockdown? Nowhere further along to freedom being restored, it seems. Oh, sure, we had brief glimpses over the wall, but that was just to tease us, wasn’t it? A big joke on us; a prank to make us think that if we played along, our jailers would set us free sooner. Still, we learned to love our servitude, didn’t we? Kissed the jailor’s hand, and even begged to be beaten down some more.
Well, folks, I hope those of you that played along are happy now. What’s that you say? It’s people like me that are holding the rest of you back from getting your freedom? Suuuure. You keep on believing that, then, if that gets you any further along, towards freedom. I think you’ll find it doesn’t, but far be it from me to try to persuade you differently. I know well how people like to cling to beliefs that make them feel better. Bit sick of it now, are you? He he. Aren’t we all? I discuss a couple of aspects about the Lurgi lockdown, one personal, one political, that have cropped up for me recently, because of the events of the last year, in this livestream.
Never mind their psyOps. Maybe turn the narratives off for a while, completely, and dance to your own tunes, when you need a break from their madness? Freedom happens mostly in your own mind, anyway, some say. Just don’t tune out the truth, completely, through fear or blind trust, and expect it all to turn out grand in the end.
Some of my readers will remember Truth Convoy. She isn’t easy to forget, as she’s the lady that haunts YouTube’s dankest corridors, looking for folks to spook. These days, she seems to be the only one spooked, as she awaits a knock at the door of her Interior Castle, and rather like the drunken porter in Macbeth, the final knock may come when she’s sleeping, as it did, one afternoon recently.
The original livestream “Knock at the Door”, with a second of the same name up now, after the first being set to private, was a doozy, and 30 people got to hear the Halloween tale she told the Elderlemon Care person that called to her door to investigate claims of moldy walls and cockroaches, within the dark castle’s interior. In fact, we got a glimpse of one of the wee beasties, scampering up the wall, in alarum, when the stream went live suddenly.
The dead awoke from their drunken slumbers, and the rusty door hinges squeaked (well, not really, but I’m keeping to the spooky Halloween theme here), and the invader was held off from entering, ’till another day, with this tall tale (and, according to Truth Convoy, afterwards, a request for a warrant), before shuffling back inside, to get dressed, and set the stream on Private. I’ve summed up the wonderfully entertaining Halloween horror story told by Denise, here, in an abridged version, since it’s gone now, and you mightn’t have been able to follow it well, in the first place. What’s really scary is that I can follow her fancy horror stories at all, but she’s been telling the same story, with new actors, regularly. The plot features gay jewish nazis, forced abortions, and murder. Classic Halloween horror. Denise never disappoints, with her imagination.
If you are a glutton for horror, you may wish to hear the unabridged version, which is quite an old story, retold with embellishments, from a 2010 forum post, that she came across again recently, and still stands by. We learn about the secret “forced” abortion she insists the gay nazi cult carried out, for their evil pineal gland harvesting purposes, and her own simultaneous pregnancy, which may well have yielded two extra pineal glands for sale for the cult, for all I know, since Denise didn’t specify whether the con-joined twins were joined at the head, or elsewhere. Denise, of course, used to be in a kidney donation cult herself, so she’d be an expert on all the gay nazi cults’ shady shenanigans. Here’s the rambling tale, told by the cult lady herself. She’s not mad, she points out, although she’s a habit of calling anyone who questions her stories mad, telling us again what we heard her tell the visitor at the door, that she did have a stay in an asylum, all expenses paid, curtesy of her family, once, after a “nervous breakdown“. I wonder did they have internet there, to help relax her (ahem)? This is not fit viewing for the childer, and there is some doubt that Denise’s daughter actually lived with her after her tender years, as Denise was only married for five years, and was displaying paranoia that the daughter’s teachers were out to kill the daughter, even while she was a very young child……..so yez will have to click on the image, to be transported into the mind of the spooky Ms. Matteau, for the full horror, in this tragi-comedy of horrors.
I’ve added a nice picture of Denise’s daughter’s besom (witches broomstick) on the left there, because, apart from the cockroaches and mold, her kitchen sink didn’t look spooky enough for Halloween, I thought, although she threw pretty much everything but the kitchen sink, into her story, pulling out all the stops, to get the verbal boot in, on her imaginary enemies, from down all the years, and all the dead ends of her dank and murky maze of memories ( I know – Shakespeare, I ain’t, but I sure give Proust a run for his money, with the length of my sentences, wha’?). Sadly, neither the broom nor the daughter exist any more, with the daughter having killed herself (not been murdered by the gay nazi cult, surprise, surprise, as Denise claims), and the broom literally gone up in a puff of smoke, as this photo was taken at a consecration ceremony by her pals in the coven, and published on her memorial page. It’s now taken down, probably Privated because of Denise inadvertently drawing attention to its existence , while pushing the murder story, and trying to hide the fact that it contained a suicide letter, and other letters distributing her items from her Wiccan altar to her pals. That didn’t fit in with Denise’s Christian lady image she was pushing on her channel at the time, nor her murder plot, but in a stroke of audacity she claimed the grave (which, I discovered from the memorial page, featured a slab with a pentagram on it, as well as a curved indentation from being run over by a lawnmower) had been desecrated by Satanists, and casts another friend she calls David Coagn (no such surname exists, in the real world, that I can find) as a jewish gay nazi murderer she owed money to, at the time of her “murder”. Riiiiight.
In a stoke of crazy genius, and that chutzpah she’s so well known to display so frequently when under pressure from murderous gangs, bent on taking down ordinary decent American families, she tried to put the imaginary dagger in my hand, and say I’d blood on my hands for the murder, abortion(s) and broom stick carrying, instead of taking ownership of the entire plot as her own work of theatrical tragedy, using items from her daughter’s and her own biographies as the raw ingredients, and her own persecutory fantasies to add some extra gore. Her Halloween fake dagger points at a lot of people, as she plays Pass the Pumpkin with it, going way way back in time, in her imaginative story, to link many entirely unconnected characters, accusing them all of murder, and it makes for a hilarious bit of theatrics, on her channel, as she plays the victim, constantly, while attacking others, then uses her own daughter’s dead body as a shield, to protect her against criticism. Reality, though, sometimes comes knocking at your door, reminding you that the outside world can intrude on your delusions, and plots.
Let’s hope Truth Convoy has some more convincing tales to tell, if she hears knocking at the Gate again, and has to run to hit the “Go Live” button on this livestream, up for a few days now, just waiting, because she points out that if she’s not quick about getting the bathrobe on this time, they might “crash the door in”. Perhaps she’s just being dramatic, in the spirit of Halloween, or perhaps we’ll get another exciting chapter in her Halloween story, yet. If not, the stream might stay up, as she says she finds it handy, as she’s too poor (oh, the poor ting!) to afford a high tech security system for her paper thin and funkily filthy front door. She would buy one if she had the money, she points out, in a subsequent livestream, looking meaningfully into the camara at us, in her best helpless, harmless, cookie baking elderlemon role. Perhaps she’ll flog some of her home-made stage jewelry, instead of having to beg for it, as Truth Convoy’s Wednesday nights are sales nights, online, but I’m not convinced the potential clients might like the look of the brown stones in those earrings, if they start to move, on delivery. Oh, the horror.
Denise, three days on from the first “Knock on The Door” livestream, is out of the bathrobe, and in her best moo-moo and chakra-calming stage jewelry, and up at all hours of the night (though, like many a keen thespian, not so keen on mornings), as she seems to think she may have visitors at any moment, and wouldn’t want to leave them waiting for more than a moment. We in the audience wait with bated breath, too, in anticipation of the plot getting even more convoluted, and impossible to follow, with the introduction of more characters.
The dramatic tension is building nicely, on the darkened stage. Will it be a cliffhanger, like this longest-ever up YouTube livestream, or will the story move along further?
Already, she’s adding new touches, with me being added to the gay nazi cult as a regular paycheck receiving employee, mentioned in an im-por-an’ court case, which sadly, or perhaps happily, like the rest of her “proofs”, she doesn’t produce for us, but leaves to our own imaginations, clearly thinking they are as fertile as her own. I wonder am I supposed to be on the pineal gland shipping end of things, or installing bugs, or what? I’m slightly more unsettled, ‘tho, by the discussion of my Irish troll underwurs, by Denise, on her subsequent video, than these puzzling details, because of the gay end of the cult, and Denise’s recent big girl crush on little ol’ me. I doubt I even have a suitable gay nazi costume to throw on, for that Halloween party, if she invites me. Perhaps the gay nazis are a bit of a psychological projection, when the truth is too horrible to imagine ( am I the Alice B. Toklas to her Gertrude Stein, in her mind, with all that claiming to be “channeling” me, and all that wondering about whether I was getting my underthings bunched? Yikes!). No wonder I wear trousers, and not skirts, when out and about, as these gay nazis are circling everywhere in the ether, trying to get their hands on your body parts, particularly at Halloween, it seems (is paranoia catching, do you reckon?), and they sound a fright. Happy Halloween, dear reader. Enjoy the tricks and treats.
In the Truther Community of YouTube, folks can be touchy. This guy, although he likes to think of himself as the sensitive, touchy feely type, who just likes to “reach out” to other people, is mostly just touchy about his own favourite topic, alchemy.
What the heck is that, you may say? Well, it’s a medieval fascination, which passed for science in its time (Dark Ages, as they call them now, followed by the great explosion of innovation and re-discovery of architectural triumph and art of the classical world, and a good synthesis of old and new led to better results than messin’ about in dingy basements ever had). Outmoded, bad ideas tend to hang around for a while afterwards, like the funny smell from the stove top, when you’ve had fried fish for dinner. Now, while nobody’s stupid enough to think you can turn lead into gold with any profit accruing from the mess stuck to you when you try (wash your hands VERY carefully after messin’ about with that one!), the occult has become trendy among a lot of folks, who regard themselves as alchemists, and like to look at the pictures in old books online, that have pictures of people kissing the devil’s behind, and muckin’ about with Mason Jars, and so forth, in them. Now this guy, below, didn’t like the idea of being asked about another modern-day alchemist, a certain Mr. Crowley (AKA Baphomet), by me, when I popped by ask about his beliefs, and a self-triggering alchemy ensued. As I say, touchy. Maybe all that mercury goes to the brain.
I can’t say the livestream got any friendlier after the question was asked, but I did discover that it’s fine to be a Mason (not the jar type, presumably), but not so hot to be asked things about Crowley, the Mason.
Not sure why; maybe it’s some mystical reason I just haven’t the mind for, as I didn’t appear to be self-triggering, like our alchemical friend. Anyhow, on it went. It had been a 5 hour livestream, which would have given me the vapors, had I endured the whole thing, but the last hour or so seemed to revolve around the question I’d asked. Or just around me, since my question wasn’t appreciated, it seems, by anyone, not his pal “The Dude” in the chat, nor by the rest of those in chat, who seemed to know a lot about the magic scripts that were written about me, cooked up in the Truther-Tube kitchens. They should. They wrote them.
Now, I didn’t manage to find a man to help me understand what he was trying to say (not in there!), in answer to how he managed to cook up so many alchemical scripts, without reading Crowley, but I did learn that I was an “evil bΨtch” for asking.
The chat section, from which I was magik-ed away, agreed, and it was Khaos in there, with prescriptions for me being made up, and old formulas flying about, while I was trying to figure out whether this was their idea of a joke, or whether the mention of Crowley might be summoning up something darker, and far dank and dirty, with the fumes they must have inhaled in their experiments in the basement of YouTube. It was “Do as thou wilt” time in chat, and everyone was doing their evil bestest to wilt me, with the power of their mindlessnesss, and a few incantations. Oh, the beasts! Every rumour going around this small circle of jerks emerged from the odoriferous chat, as the pals worked together like a herd of goats chewing a ouija board, trying to make someone the butt of their accusations, as had been seen in many another channel they had “reached out” to, that like to mix things up, and shuffle truth with lies.
Good grief, the little demons had fun in chat, as Bob the insect man become more venomous, not to mention verminous, in his self-triggered rant, rather different to the impression he wishes to convey when he’s off with the birds, in Twitter. It’s all love and hearts there, with the demons kept in check, and pinned down, while they escape out of the Tubes, with a vengeance.
Who’s Tafoyovsky? His pal, Lestat, the Mexican vampire, who accused me on HIS livestream of paying a guy they don’t like (featured in chat, above, in an impersonation account, as Th Stg, to seduce me, although in Bob’s chat they said it was the other way around, and that he paid me. I wonder at times if Lestat is jealous, and wants the man to himself, as he likes vamping up pictures of him, dressing him up in women’s clothing.
The Virgin Mary, to be precise. I don’t think that’s necessarily a vampire thing, but I do know it’s a Crowley fans kind of thing. Reversal, and mockery, and all that, like the mockery of the Christian rituals they’re so hot on. Not that I would know a lot about these things, not being a Satanist myself. Now, theeeriousthly (as Truth Con would say), who’s going to believe that; as if such a gorgeous creature as myself would have to pay for such services. Are they blind seers, that they can’t see my lovely avatar, or do they just like old goats and oujia boards? Where do they get this nonsense from? Why the lady many call “The Tooth”, of course, who is the go to oracle for all sorts of visions and dreams to conjure with, and plenty of spit and venom to put in the Tube. And 100 percent reliable, apparently. Yeah, right.
Can’t follow what they’re talking about, still? Don’t worry, it just means you aren’t as stoned as them. Or not into alchemy with reality. To continue (and they did)…..
He must have to do a lot of tidying up, too, after his kitchen mix-ups, because he suggested I should knock the dust off that pussy. At least he likes cats, and chickens. Just not me, I take it. I’m sortof glad he doesn’t, in a way. I don’t think alchemy would be my thing, if you end up like this, all self-triggering, and all over one question.
The other alchemists loved it.
Remove your children from the room for this clip……..
At least he admitted that he was being a “total asshÓle. Ole, as Lestat might say. The admissions got thicker as the humors were still on him, and I learned a lot about how the bug thinks. He blabbed that he was just talking jibberish about the gang thing he’d been pushing, because he could say anything he wanted. He was right, because the video stayed up, despite my reporting it to YouTube. You can pretty much say anything and everything you want about someone on the Tube, and they’ll do nothing about it, when you complain to them. However, he wasn’t exactly apologizing for the lies, no. He was saying he was enjoying them greatly. It’s fun, the ol’ do as thou wilt thing, after all.
After long diversion from the question of whether he’d read Crowley, that I’d asked, he eventually came to the real answer. The answer to why he’d been telling such awful stories about me, and hanging out with others in the dungeons, who were. He wanted rid of me, off YouTube and Twitter. Aha. Perhaps he wasn’t very lucid in his thinking, saying it, but he was, for once, being honest. All this, to get rid of someone who he just didn’t like, because he saw them talking to someone he doesn’t like. No, Bobs. I’m afraid I do what I like too, I just don’t think anything goes, with no boundaries, and no respect, like you.
Bonus: If you’re interested in giving these absolute charmers more views, the whole 5 hours of fumed out nonsense is here. Viewer discretion is advised, but insanity might be more helpful, if you intend to watch the whole thing. If you just want to watch them berate me, here’sthe last hour.
Update, 2020: It seems that one of the people in this post, the winged beetle guy, has changed his ways, and gone to the other camp, having “found Jesus”, as they say. Well, there are two sides to every coin. Whatever his reasons, and whatever crutch he’s currently propping himself up with, it’s a big improvement from the self-triggering days, and he’s pretty much staying out of online arguments, despite his old adversary, Thomas Schoenberger’s best attempts to drag him into the virtual ring that keeps arguments going around in circles forever, like an oroborus chomping it’s own tail. He prefers bible stories to occult tomes now, and that ain’t so bad. Hopefully, no bible-thumping will ensue. Always gives me a headache, that.
Welcome to your Trolling Level 2 Skills for Professional Development course. We hope you have found your way around our YouTube campus, and find our facilities comfy and welcoming. We are all about helping you to learn the skills you need, in a relaxed and friendly environment. As you know, our Level 1 course was a feeder course, an introduction to the topic, and you should already be familiar with the basic skills every troll needs, in order to boost his channel subs, and ego, all at the same time, by use of simple drama and disinfo techniques, to disrupt the unsuspecting non-troll users of YouTube’s platform. You learned also the importance of building friendships, based around trying out these trolling techniques on other users, and why it is important to stay in a herd (incidentally, you have probably already enjoyed our lecture hall environments, where you can use our supplementary study rooms, tucked away quietly in the back, which you can spend time with your chosen groups, to get together to plan and implement your skills).
This semester starts with a demonstration from one of our lecturers providing an example of how a creative approach to truth allows the troll to tinker with it, until it takes on an entirely new shape, an important tactic, and a bolder, Level 2 skill which you need to learn on your way up the troll ladder to success, at least in your own mind. Never mind what the non-trolls think of you, when you have acquired the techniques of lying through your teeth while keeping a straight face, you will, by the time you’ve completed our Level 2 course, be so unable to distinguish which way is up anymore, from all the LARPage you’ve been implementing, that you won’t even notice those annoying normal people laughing their butts off at your attempts to fool people, which simultaneously turning up their noses at you, in disdain. This will cheese you off (you will learn cussin’ skills later on in Level 2, and I’m sure you look forward to putting that tool in your toolbox!!).
Soon you will try to wipe the smiles off the faces of good people, like this, by using every trick in the troll kit to steal their peace of mind, and happiness, and we know how you look forward to that ! We studied these sickening creatures we know as non-troll YouTube users, in our Level 1 course, but for those of you who need a refresher to stay focused, here’s how those monsters of joy we’ll never really understand can be recognised, by their unwillingness to let the troll ply his trade (to heck with PC his/her/its inclusive, ni*ga J*wish f*gg*ty garbage people try to insist on, cos we iz takin’ their last safe spaces away) , unmolested by the truth intruding on the lies.
With no further ado, then, may I introduce that second-rate troll with an professional entry level skill demo you will enjoy. Mr. Manual Chavez, known as Defango down the Tubes, as he tries to pin the blame on Donna Emerald, a non-troll normal channel owner, for the police calling to his house, on a harassment charge, because she turned up in his chat, and pointed out some fibs. He uses the level one skill you are familiar with already; tell lies then quickly blame the someone, anyone, for the mess you’ve gotten into, when the lies aren’t terribly believable (scapegoating was briefly covered at Level 1, and we shall be revisiting it next semester, in more depth), and you run into some bother with the cops (reverse trolling module, covered in semester 1, Level 1).
The new Level 2 skill is to add lies to those you’ve already told, and try to get them spread about as widely by your troll friends and allies, as you can. Loyal subscribers, who have been with you for a while are ideal for this purpose, as they become slave-like and afraid to leave the herd, lest they become the victims of your trolling themselves. They can also provide a source of income, based on whatever narrative you sell them (hey, maybe even give you a place to stay, if you can’t get a job?) , and Level 2 will teach you to turn your skills into cash, as your subscriptions grow. You will need to do the reverse pointy-finger tricks you were introduced to first, in our Level 1 course, and document the LARP for subscribers, as your marketing hook….. https://youtu.be/YwWG3ZOuOsg
…but with this groundwork in place, you will be able to generate that oh so important sympathy, once your subs engage with the narrative you present, and Presto! the cash appears magically, without any real work on your part, except a bit of hand-waving, and maybe a few tears too, if you have a lemon about. This requires a sympathy build-up, that can be tricky to get right, as some subscribers can get a bit turned off by seeing a grown man cry. Or threaten people, for that matter (we’ll be covering how to carefully edit your material, so this beginner’s mistake doesn’t accidentally occur, while you are in character). https://youtu.be/vPtSi_oHF4Y?t=3441
Your friends in chat and comments can cash in on their channels too, by joining in the narrative, and keep the drama and clicks coming. Some channels specialize entirely in narratives, to boost their fragile troll egos, by keeping the clicks coming, and money doesn’t always come through the front door, like the bigger channels have, where you can get subs to throw their cash at you, like elderly Tom Jones’ fans in a knicker frenzy. Of course, having subs who will believe any crazy story you tell, helps a lot.
As you know, from your previous studies, trolls can harvest material from other channel’s narratives, and some of those apple-faced, lovely granny elderlemon trolls can tell the best stories around, and joining forces with other channels is always something to consider, no matter how big your ego is, in the effort to develop those all important professional skills further, build your business up more, or just help the circle of friends to use the drama as a troll tool to help get more subs and cash clanking into the Patreon buckets, as your skills improve. All this comes with the skills already learned in Level 1, and don’t fret, because it’s not true what they say about your nose growing the more you do it, or the better you get at it. Do it right, and the only inflation that will occur will be to your own ego, and the number of both troll-subs, who enjoy participating actively or in supportive roles in the drama, and stunned gawkers as well, who can’t believe that anyone can believe it (how to test these sort of subs’ loyalty, for potential use as flying monkeys will be covered in module 4).
So, now you can see the learning experience that is your stepping stone to a viable career on the Tubes, and endless fun to be had with your friends, in chat and comments. Staying with the herd can have benefits, but cast your net wide, when it comes to creativity, as the world’s your burrito, just there for the taking.
Blast those non-fun-loving normies with both guns blazing, and soon you’ll leave them in the dust, and maybe even have the show you want, the only thing on the Tubes tonight. Go gettem’. Chaaaaarrrge!
Updates: The Ministry For Truth have deemed Defango’s old videos worthy of expunging from the records, since dissidents like Donna were spoiling the whole show, by exposing the inner torture sanctum, Room 101, to the light of day.
She's even trying to blame her recent Elderlemon Welfare visit on me, based on a lie she knows to be false, her and Defango's claim I rang the cops on him. Her name was shown, right in police records, which dopey Defango Tweeted, much to everyone's mirth at the time. pic.twitter.com/w0n1bIHJ6I
Defango like a good citizen, stays in his zone, while his lol-gran, Denise, continues to insist that Dissident Donna made the call to Big Brother, to get the police to Defango’s, because she didn’t get the update memo, naming Tanya the Terrible of Cornwall as the clever culprit. She’s also claiming she’s not hanging out with the old gang any more, even though she’s written a letter to help one of them out, to de judge. That secret pigeon post was found on a Twitter tree, and now the other gang are not pleased. What a shootout, down the Tubes! Duck!
* [Interesting Update: See Mindy‘s Tweet of 11th May, 2021, where she claims SHE reported Defango to police, despite the fact that the number’s registered to Tanya, on the police report! Hmmm. Guess who told me Tanya had “admitted” to the ‘phone call? Yep. Thomas Schoenberger. The plot thickens, again, what?}
I am the one that filed the police report on you. I just told the officer that I would rather see if I could resolve things peacefully before I pursued it further.
My family IS taken care of. Your patron is just committing crimes w the malicious broadcasting of false accusations
Thomas’s latest offering, where he finally gets the gumption to show his face (he’s got a bit of a shyness issue, and likes his privacy, but enjoys invading others’ rights to privacy regularly). He addresses some of his critics, face out, in mumbo Italiano, and taunts them in a level 1 troll demo, and rounds it off with a brief reminder of his brilliance as a composer, and puzzler.
Bonus Material NEW: More info has come to light about another close Thomas pal, Lisa Clapier, who was a big QAnon activist, when someone found this article, by her daughter. Wow. Some pals list he has going. Popular guy with some friends who were hardly snow white.
OMG! After a little turbulence, covered in the important decoding updates below ( don’t try to do this on your own, as decoding without paying a chartered Q expert can scramble your brain impulses forever), Q is back in force, and has a huuuuuge MOAB to drop. A whole book, “The Q Affaire”, which promises to make sense of everything, or die waiting. Read it, to keep trusting the plan ( holds grifting bucket out). Remember, Future proves past, and that sort of thing.
There’s been a lot of speculation around, about who is Q, where is Q, and what is Q? If you don’t know already, it might be too late, as rumour has it that Q is dead as a dodo, or at best, on his last legs. Some buzz still abounds on Twitter, however, and on the Tubes, as it’s said that Q and some of the team might be just taking a likkle break from the rigours of fighting the deep state, and the evil Cabal. Qdrops aren’t coming as thick and fast as they used to, but it seems Q’s movements are being reported, and the blockage in drops might be clearing at last, after a turbulent time on the move.
Some think Q is posting again, but he did say no outside comms. (see, I do follow Q!), so these latest drops seem a little dubious, for some reason. Perhaps I need to wait for a special decode, from a Q approved source.
Well, I’m not taking any chances. If I don’t see it where Q says it should be posted (no outside comms., as Q always sez), I won’t jump to any conclusions too hastily. It could be some joker messing about. Darn shills everywhere, and Q’s no laughing matter. As Q puts it, so well too, do your own research, and Question everything.
Anyone who read the strange story of my online romantic entanglement with the man who was insisting he is Q, the shadowy operative that is helping Trump from behind the scenes, will be eager to know if there were any new developments. Everyone loves a happy ending, or at least an ending that makes sense, and I’m here to give you some closure, dear reader. If you’ve no idea what I’m rambling on about, the best place to start is to read my last post, or just watch the movie of the mess that is the norm in my love life. You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, but I hope you’ll find it entertaining, at least.
The cutie pictured here, it turns out, is a man called Ross Mills, although it took me a while to find out that the man claiming to be Q, who told me his real name was Jack Quinlan, wasn’t the man in the pictures he provided me, that he said were of him. Mr. Mills, it turns out, was a Rifleman in the A Company in The Royal Marines, pictured here in Helmand, Afganistan, in 2011. The photographer, Alison Baskerville won a portrait award for this piece, and I eventually found it online, using Bing instead of my usual search engines. Who knew Bing would ever return a decent search result? It seems “Jack” just has the same good taste in guys as myself, not surprising, since he made sure to find out as much as he possibly could about me, while we were having our little tête a têtes in Twitter. He told me little about himself, ‘cos he was waaay deep undercover, working for Trump, but he did tell me the following bit about his head injury, received in childhood, after which he became something of a prodigy, whose talents made him an indispensable asset to the NSA, and which enabled him to download to his mind all the information that would help him become the genius that created the puzzles which kept the internet solvers working away for years.
A retelling in YouTube comments of “Jack’s” story. From this video.
Life is full of surprises, and Jack had told a lot of tall tales over the course of the six months we were in a foxhole in Twitter Direct Messages together, so when it started to smell fairly funky in there, I started digging my way back up to the surface, but the more I questioned everything, as Q had reminded me to do, the more he leaned on me to keep quiet, telling me that enemies were everywhere, and if I stuck my head above the parapet, and shot my mouth off, that I wouldn’t make it out in one piece, as the whole QArmy would aim their weapons in my direction (helpful hint to guys, never tell a woman anything you don’t want the world to know, and for goodness sake, don’t tell her not to talk at all, particularly if you’ve p*ssed her off).
Having been somewhat involved in Discordian groups in Facebook, I was aware of the Cicada3301 puzzle, and through Jack became more familiar with some of the issues discussed in the Q posts. Jack liked a puzzle as much as I did, cross words being one of his favourite type of expressions in many of our comms., and he certainly gave me hell when I didn’t agree with everything that was said in the Qdrops.
Schrödy having a big ol’ time as Q, in my comment section.
He often pumped me for what I made of this or that post, or quizzed me about whether I had read and researched the links he’d provided in chat, asking me questions, sometimes telling me I’d failed or passed the test he’d set for me. I had my own test for him, after he’d provided me with photos he’d said he had taken inside the White House, on Christmas Eve (2018), some inside the Oval Office, others in the corridors, and North portico. Up until then, we had been talking on all sorts of topics, and puzzles were just one of his many interests, but after he threatened the wrath of the Q army descending upon me, when I didn’t seem to be getting down with the Plan convincingly enough for him, I took a look at some of the materials he gave me, and came to the inescapable conclusion that I had fallen prey to the man who likes a laugh at other people’s expense.
Certainly all roads seemed to point to Rome, or all fingers to Thomas. Time was running out for some of his special ops too, it seemed, if some of the videos exposing the players around him were to be believed.
A lot of folk on our end of the Tubes had been giving him the middle finger for a while now, but then he’s a guy that had a finger in a lot of pi[es] himself, so he’s hardly surprised that fingers are getting pointed in his direction now.
Now, while I wouldn’t have minded THIS guy’s fingers on me all that much (yep, one of the photos Jack/Q/John the titlover Thomas sent me, that he claimed were of himself [snorts with laughter at the idea of a man with a bod like this wanting to rub shoulders, or anything else against me without pressing the KILLSWITCH to UNBOLT, and fast!]), I’m not sure that Tricky Thomas would have scored such a hit. Pause and admire, ladies.
The avatar sometimes known as Schrödinger’s cat on YouTube, as well as a huge variety of other identities, in lots of places, is still weaving his magic and spinning it for all he’s worth, with new messages arriving from different accounts every time I open my Email, and of course, not forgetting the Skype account that appeared in my Contacts window, that segued before my eyes, from his Lion username into his imaginary NSA boss maggie mcrbee’s account, before finally settling into the ready for further use Your Name.
Your Name (previously maggie and Lion) last message on Skype before blocking
junoanon Email 22nd March 2019
I particularly like how consistent he’s being with his narrative, in the latest one, while making to disappear into the ether, but keep a bridge open for me, coming and going like a quantum rainbow cat (too many mixed metaphors? Licking a rainbow for too long’ll do that to you, and Q is the source of much confusion, which many are trying to get to the bottom to, coming up with various theories about who the Q team are), so I can hold handies and cross the rainbow bridge into the imaginary but colourful future with him. Maybe it’s just as well that the rainbow retreats as you approach it, after all; it’s tempting to live in dreams, when they are so sweet. But you don’t need 42 degrees to your name to figure out that there’s no such thing as a free lunch, and you must pay for your pleasures. In fact, you accused me of wanting payment for keeping my mouth shut about what you were up to. Oh, and don’t forget to bring a towel with you , on your travels, as you’ll probably need it. That road to the rainbow can be darn dusty, without a car. Even with, you’ll need to bring a gas can with you. Just in case.
The answer to everything with spelling mistake, unintentional [ON THE MOVE] Q
Bonus Material: A puzzle to help you combat that ever-lurking evening ennui., instead of the crosswords you often lose yourself in. With Thomas the forever young Time Traveller the time is sure to fly by. Can you help him find B, by 2020, so he can pop the Question? You would really be helping him out, ‘cos I get the distinct impression that he’s between girlfriends at the moment.
He arrived on my comments section in this post (see comments section below, in this post, for original comments posted, and my replies) Who is the one playing the games here, Hmmn? Doesn’t seem to hard to figure out, when you see who he’s following, on Jack’s squirreled away, ever name-changing account, and who he’s interested in working with, for confusion and mind games and narratives. See my next tweet.
Jack’s been tweeting out my private DMs to him as well, to, wait for it, Potus (‘cos he’s Q, an’ all, and they work together, you know). His couple of followers? puzzlepalace, and, drumroll, Thomas. Guess he’s his own biggest fanclub, and still is pretty hung up on me. Some folks find it hard to let go.
In the interest of fairness, I should include Thomas’s interview about the matter of Jack/Q. To sum up, in brief, he knows the guy’s name, is in contact with him, is fine with him, and wants to prove the Emails are from different addresses, was my take on it. But watch it for yourself, and make like Q. Question everything, and eat your hat if you’re wrong about predictions (well, no, I don’t think Q ever said that, I just made it up now). https://youtu.be/AFPHb0ud1TE?t=6562
Thomas’s recent tweets that signalled the start of the smear campaign he promised (see has comments below this post), have been deleted by him, as a conciliatory gesture, and the truce declared. Let’s hope that Q comes out of the foxhole and gives up soon too.
Latest update, Nov., 2019: Jack finally admits he’s Thomas, in his Schoenberger ‘s cat avatar, under one of Thomas’s videos! He says he doesn’t care who knows it, so now you know. Who cares?
More comments Jack made under the same video (original video on which comments appeared linked in the previous image, above) This video with a selection of the comments is from the channel of the husband of the woman he is commenting about. Others are enjoying the idea of Thomas being a bit of a crazy cat guy, too, and came up with their own imaginative ideas of how Thomas the cat might look, while scampering about over the keys, typing away in comments. The link ends in an 8. Jack’s lucky number! Do the happy dance there, puss. https://youtu.be/RYlxf7TcPm8
Everyone’s wondering who Q is, while I’m wondering who the guy I was having an online relationship with for the last six month is. I still don’t know for sure, but he’s always maintained to me that he’s Q, the anonymous poster on 8Chan, said to be working with Trump, to educate the MAGAs as to what shenanigans are going on behind the curtains that we don’t usually get to peep behind. This guy turned up on my YouTube channel last year, and was quite the charmer. We headed off into the sunset, towards the Twitter machine, to talk, and we got to know each other a lot better. To be fair, he found out far, far more about me, than he told me about himself (for security reasons, of course). He did tell me, however, that his name was Jack Quinlan, (using middle name instead of first name, ‘cos he was deep, deep undercover, working with the President, to bring down the evil deep state cabal).
I talk about the grand finale to my big online relationship with the man that calls himself Q, in this livestream, and the great man himself joins me, to give his side of the story, and react to my allegations. Expect to see photos of the cutie that calls himself Q, and hear some inside gossip about what we got up to in our virtual relationship. I also discuss some of the biggest fibs he’s ever told, including those White House photos he gave me from the important meeting he had with the President in The Oval Office, last Christmas Eve, that Q and friends made such a big palava about, and drove the Qposts fans mad with delight. I discuss how we had that little lover’s tiff when it turned out the photos were faked, and how I found out a lot of what he was up to was built on a series of interlocking lies, and how I struggled to put the picture together of the man, in order to make my way out of the rabbit holes he dug for me. Maybe he’s right, I’m just the jealous type, but I do believe that honesty is always the best policy. There was a bit of cursing in this next video, ‘cos I was arguing with him in chat, suspecting all sorts of rats in the foxhole, and starting to put info out about what I thought he was at, and bout the threat he’d made about those QAnons coming after me, armed with all sorts of info, to help them target me for their attentions, sent by Q.
Jack Quinlan/Q uses the Stonehenge Puzzle Email address, which has never been traced to anyone before, and also claims responsibility for the original John Titor posts (I’m sure his last online squeeze, Pamela Moore, who never got to meet him in real life either, but was as familiar with the heartache of an online relationship as me, will take an interest in the photos of him which he provided to me, in place of any plan to actually meet me in person). I discuss these and other aspects of the strange relationship we conducted on the internet, including the threats he made to bring the wrath of the QArmy against me, should I fall out of step with the march he was trying to set the pace for.
Jack Quinlan/Q [?] in Afghanistan [second photo – Solved. Photographer credit here]
I did fall rather out of line, in this video, and broke the silence to share some of his information with my viewers. I shared about Q, and other mysteries of the internet, far too much to cover in one post, but at least I’ve managed to explain the tip of the iceberg in this stream.
Jack scrambled into damage limitation mode after the photos conversation, and kept asking me what else did I know about him? Seemed quite rattled, actually, which I was not too guilty about, since he’d threatened me previously with the wrath of an online army of loyal Q followers. I still don’t really know whether the guy I was having the relationship with online is actually this guy, who referred to himself as Jack Quinlan, saying that was his real name, kept secret to protect Q’s identity, but if it isn’t, I’m sure this guy will be pretty cheesed off his photos have been whipped, appropriated by Q, or whoever the hell that person I was in love with actually is. Whoever you are, I’d still rate you a 12 out of 10 in the cute department! But don’t contact me online. I think I’ll give online relationships a miss from now on. But if you want any of this guy’s contact details, he’s still reachable at the following places, as well as being keen for people to Email him.
A selection of Jack Quinlan’s Twitter Accounts; some others he posted under when he took these down frequently were @schrQdingerscat, @tinkertailQr, @thestQrrn @airamdoc @thestorm [no wonder he chose Schrodinger’s cat as one of his YouTube avatar names, as he has so many lives!]
Jack Quinlan/Q at Lympstone Commando Training Centre, Wales [fourth photo – still unsolved]
Bye Jack. I think we’ve finally come to the end of our fling now. Consider this your Dear John letter. I’ll always treasure our special time together. I’ll probably throw out the cockroach book you sent me after you were blocked on my social media accounts, but I’ll cherish the keepsakes and have the photos you supplied to keep our virtual memories alive.
(Takes last lingering look at photos, wipes a tear away, and shuffles off to make a cup of tea, slamming cabinet door. BOOM!). I’m sure your Q friends can help you get over the break-up. I see you popped over to a buddy’s channel directly after I ended the stream, to cry on his shoulder, and manage the situation. Gosh, I hope your top level security clearance isn’t too compromised. You sound so worried. Oh well, I’m sure you’ll get over it. I know I will, after I calm down. After all, no point fighting over a storm in a teacup. And a cup of tea fixes everything (finds teabags, and proceeds to pour).
Update: New developments. Find out who the mystery man really is, in my next post, plus more exciting finds……..
Checked my Twitter, YouTube channel and of course, my beloved blog first thing this morning, while munching away on my breakfast. I used to read in bed, before I had a smartphone, but those days are a distant memory, and although I usually do a half an hour of meditation after breakfast, it’s becoming increasingly challenging to drag myself away from my beloved social media platforms, as I circle like a rat in a maze that’s leading nowhere, and I run back to where I’ve already been, to see if anything new has happened. This morning, in my YouTube Recommended feeds, this video caught my attention, as it was about the topic of social media’s addictive qualities, and I’ve been noticing how hard it is to fight the addiction which seems to leave one wanting more, the more one engages in it.
Now, I’m a bit leery of guys like Jaron, when they tell us how bad for us social media is, and how we should think of it as a wild Tiger that’s going to gobble us up from the knees down, if we don’t run like billy-o to safety, and fast, if only ‘cos they are so engaged in developing the tools that they say they hate, so where is their personal morality at, then, if they are still in the biz? The fact that he’s spouting his political opinions, under the cover of talking about social media addiction, makes me think he’s not too different in outlook from the big businesses that write his paycheck at the end of each month.
My advice, for what it’s worth, is to take the channel 4 clip, as you should all media you use, with a very large pinch of salt, and a sceptical mind, rather than watching in the passive way that the media loves. Remember, the media is excellent at packaging propaganda in a very covert, and persuasive way, to get under your critical thinking radar, or bypass critical thinking altogether.
That being said, he makes a few points which are worth looking at in relation to other people’s work, like the Behaviourist School of psychology. These psychologists broke human behaviour down to a perhaps over-simplified view of behaviour, positing a reward/punishment model, saying that animals like ourselves can learn to peck through all sorts of tasks if they think they might be getting some nice birdseed at the end of it.
I did a short livestream on the topic, while still wiping the sleep out of my eyes, discussing what I found interesting about the ideas raised by my morning viewing. In other words I went back to the screen for another shot of the drug. Please, please, give this post a like (bites nails in anticipation).