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.
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.
Anyone who reads my blog regularly will already be pretty familiar with this lady, who runs an endless Con she sells as the Truth. She’s kept on truckin’ for over a year now, and the narrative has taken some twists along the way, with anyone who tries to use the other lane getting side-swiped or just plain run over by her inventive fictions and colourful language, all geared towards adding her perceived enemies to the story of the international stalker gang that’s pursuing her for her secrets (told nightly in detail) about the conspiratorial workings of paint factories, unions and cults of all types. Oh, and murder plots.
Lately, she’s garnered a new fanbase, made up of those who love stories, and wish to borrow some for their own ends, and others, who just like a laugh, and a drug free trip with the steamroller Convoy. Lately, she’s taken to Twitter to follow the fun, as others who joined the con convoy, hoping for a free ride on the tailgate of the lies, are tweeting away like mad, about stuff she really cares about. Emails. Yeah. Doesn’t sound exciting, does it? Some, though, like Denise, have an obsession with discovering who owns a particular address on the interwebs. One that she wouldn’t block, as you or I would, when we don’t want to write back.
It’s not a game, folks. These people aren’t really pretending to be mad. They actually are; it’s a Truth Community thing. You just wouldn’t get it, unless you’d lived it, but lemmie explain how this Bedlam ward of YouTube is run. It runs on lies, and if you aren’t a liar, the inmates get very worked up indeed, and you will find them turning on you, in droves. Or should I say, convoys. Maybe I’m the crazy one in a mad, mad world, because I keep telling the truth, even when nobody in the asylum will listen, even though I don’t have the word Truth emblazoned across my channel name, in an effort to convince people that I haven’t just been turning the truth on its head, to steamroller people into wanting to get off the Tube, so I can tell tall tales to the other inmates. I’ve been assigned to the back office, where I take notes on the patients, and make sure the drugs are locked up (though a few channels seem to have managed to forge the keys, as the opiates levels are constantly dwindling).
It’s a solitary life, but I don’t mind it. Once the patients are (b)locked up in their own wards, they aren’t any serious danger to anyone else, and they scrawl happily on their walls, with only the odd mumble heard down the corridor. My filing cabinet is stuffed though, and I find I must re-organize. Perhaps you could lend a hand, seeing as how you dropped in, or just put the kettle on, while I’m clearing up. Nice cuppa tea makes the medicine go down, I hear. Or is it sugar? You won’t find much sugar in the tweets I’ve got to go through, but you’ll spit your tea out, laughing. Here we go then (opens the cabinet of horrors labelled Corsi Emails).
Now, this is inmate No. 23’s favourite cabinet. Denise is obsessed with the “Corsi Email” in which she was cc-ed, months and months ago. She used to fancy Jerome Corsi somethin’ rotten, after Roy Potter lost his place on her pinup wall of her cell. Now she decided that the Jack Quin that signed the Email simply must be this Jack Quinn, based on a Google search of the name (spelling close enough, right?). And he is silver haired and attractive, and most of all, “impor-an'”, as she likes to say, in her best Boston/Texas crossover accent, Everything’s impor-an’ in Denise’s mind, and everything involves the gang that’s been stalking her, for oh, forever.
We have lots more files in the cabinet, ‘cos she toted the Email around all the cells on the ward, to get the other inmates involved. Several have now got the same obsession, and are tweeting all around the corridors, about the sender, whose identity changes constantly. Sometimes s/he’s a guy called Brian, sometimes Jack, sometimes Tom, sometimes he’s even on Twitter, disguised as a vet, serving as the alter-ego of one of the inmates who believes that you can be more than one person at a time.
Sometimes you have to humour the inmates, so when I’m not in the office, de-cluttering the cabinets I play along, nodding and smiling to all and sundry. They can get quite ratty if you don’t pretend that this is the normal world, after all. When this one, who just won’t take her calming meds, insists that an Australian vet is a858, I don’t point out that that’s actually her cell number, I just say, yes dear, and walk her back to her bunk, or if it’s not lock-up time, the recreational lounge, where she can mingle, and gossip with her friends. I leave it to the porters to break up fights, and go back to the office, locking the door behind me, in case they try to break in, to get at the opiates again.
Sometimes they play word games, or argue about pi (OCD patients in particular), but always the story told about the darn Email address changes. One minute it’s here, one minute there. It’s him. No it’s her. Honestly, these people could argue about anything, or nothing at all. They don’t seem to want to settle on a version; I suppose the days are long, and you have to pass them somehow, but they will keep sneaking into to the nurses’ lounge when they’re fagged out from a hard day herding nuts, and accessing the computer to send secret messages out to their Email fixations. The target of their fixation got so fed up with the endless stream of fruit and nut mails, that they replied with a missive that added even more confusion to the already confused recipients.
Now, just as misery loves company, this inmate had some friends, like the guy that identifies as a vampire, playing along with the tale, until the Email fecked it up for them, and sent them into a spin. I’m afraid I got a little short too, as they’d been at the medicine cabinet at midnight again, and I wasn’t happy to have to get a new key cut for the third time that week. I enjoyed the tweets they’d posted up so much, I teased them gently, about all their stories, and nodded away for all I was worth. Nod, and smile. Yes, dear. Back to your cell, now. Yes. I know.
An Australian vet that does puzzles, and is a composer too, living in America, that might be a transgender person, and that person you were talking to on Twitter’s just a liar. OK then. You know? How? Oh, I see, your vampire friend googled a858 and something about pi puzzles came up, right after the Lenovo phone result. And Denise says he’s in a murder gang, and is called Brian as well as Thomas and Jack with two nns. And Pi has a lot of numbers in it, sooooo……(rolls eyes, feeling headache coming on. How I resist the lure of the medicine cabinet myself, I don’t know).
Confused? Yeah, you will be, after emerging from a day at the office, here. And there’s no telling these people; they don’t want the truth. It’s not as interesting to them as the tall tales.
Time to scan the online ads, and see if there’s an easier way to earn a living. Oh, cripes! They’ve been at my computer too. Now I’ll have to change the locks on my office again, for the 4th blinkin’ time this WEEK!
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.
You are cordially invited to my Revelations party tomorrow, June 9th at YouTube. The party starts at 2pm CDT, UTC-5, East Coast 4pm, or 8pm GMT (an hour or so later for central European viewers). I will be discussing the recent doxing I received from an aquaintance from another channel. Here’s your party invite:
Anyone who has been following earlier posts on this blog will be familiar with the topic of YouTube trolling, because I’ve written several posts by now on the subject, which kicked off from a post called Denis The Menace Strikes Again. Seems this post upset some people, and later poststhat followed on from the same topic resulted in a veritable gaggle of trolls taking wing to protest that I was in fact the troll, in part due to the fact that I was creating more posts on the subject, which has been a hot topic in media news, since efforts are being made to curtail the activities of online bullies, with related debates emerging about the existing legal structures in place to deal with online harassment, particularly around whether the laws in place are robust enough currently to effectively combat what the mainstream media are saying is a growing phenomenon.
How much of this is mainstream propaganda, and how much is statistically reliable information I just don’t know for sure, but I have certainly experienced my fair share of trolling while hanging out in YouTube, initiated by my initial meeting with Denise Matteau, via the Truth Convoy YouTube channel, one of several channels I’m subscribed to. Yes, I get right up Denise’s nose, not just for the blog posts, but for other qualities as well, including ones I thought weren’t so bad, like being nice to people I meet on YouTube. Some of the more criminal allegations are discussed in this livestream I held on the 23rd June, specifically so anyone could drop over and discuss them in chat, or ask me questions etc. As it happened, only ‘friendlies’ turned up, and we had a chat to compare notes and for me to tell my version of the story, which for those who don’t know, and never got to see any of Denise’s now removed videos, runs along the lines I describe in the livestream. The story currently is that I am in a stalker gang, cyber-bullying Denise, and this gang killed her daughter and is trying to ruin her online business. We also want to arrange some kind of rounding up of people (sorry, but I still can’t figure out who) so that we can burn them in a Waco-style event!
I can’t find a Truth Convoy video that sums up all the allegations of criminality succintly, but you can get a flavour of what Denise says is happening here. Good luck following the story if you are not up to date on it already, but this video contains some of her current theories about the troll network.
I’ve tried to laugh off some of her personal criticisms of me, some clips remain in this video:
But, the criminal allegations, I thought, deserved a longer response. So here it is, for what it’s worth (and I doubt it’s worth consideration in Denise’s mind, but anyhoo). Helpful hint: click on the YouTube icon at bottom right to view on YouTube, to see the chat area as well as the video.
Chinada got in on the act as well, making out he hadn’t watched my livestream (and maybe he hadn’t – why bother with facts, when you can just jump to conclusions, ‘cos a sweet old lady told you a story about all the trolls that are targeting her, killed her daughter, and are part of a left-wing multi-channel YouTube troll mob who are planning a new Waco style inferno? He had things to say to me in his comment section when I asked him to let Denise know I was doing a livestream, where people could drop over and ask questions, or make comments.
Further sallies ensued.
The self-appointed Sherrif of YouTube (Chinada3) went on to make a video which earned him the nickname Trigger from me, as he seemed a little triggered, to say the least, by the fact that he got doxed by Wynter Moon, live in LTV’s livestream, where Wynter and myself were in chat. Me, talking about chocolate with someone, and Wynter busily doxing the heck out of Chinada.
Well, you can imagine the confusion that ensued when he couldn’t remember who was the doxer. He had to ask the ‘Queen of Trolls’, Denise’s moniker for little ol’ me, who did the dirty on him, and I had to go into explanations again. Why he couldn’t just watch his own video again to find out, I’ll never know, but that’s how strong emotion works, isn’t it? Bypasses the logic centres at times.
Things got worse for poor ol’ Trigger. Montagraph, who the little Sheriff had been threatening to dox, got involved, and more videos resulted. Like this one, which basically seemed to be implying that the Sheriff is a big girl’s blouse.
The video seemed to be partly a response to these comments by Montagraph on Chinada3’s ill-thought out approach to kiss and make up time with Monty, which was to start calling him Sir in his video titles, and ask if they could make videos together.
No sloppy kisses had to be witnessed, just a bit of an ugly scene, because once Montagraph says he’s gonna do something, it’s very hard to turn the horse around to get it back in the barn, and any sheriff who runs out of caps for his popgun would do better to stay on the horse, and get the heck out of town at a gallop. Trigger understandably got a bit depressed about videos like this one. And the fact he’s thinking of getting out of town for a while, and maybe trying to get a sheriff’s badge over at Twitch. With a hundred GoFundMe bucks in one’s chaparreras a guy can buy oats for the horse and flop for a few nights, or just head out in the desert and stare at the stars, or share beans with other cowboys.
Apart from making sure he’s calling Montagraph Sir, Chinada seems to be generally trying to turn over a new leaf, and after I expressed sympathy for his doxing, dropped by to leave this comment under my livestream video.
Bonus material: The drama triangle (Steve Karpman) and the winner’s triangle (Acey Choy) theories explained.
So the channel once known as Defango, then morphing into the cola-light version called MortDefango for livestreams, has finally reached the end-point of becoming defunct-o. This dramatic livestream was broadcast on YouTube a few days ago, and Defango announced that his livestreaming privilages, which were such an integral part of his channel’s content, were being revoked, and this was to be his last ever livestream.
This bombshell came after weeks of trouble over the Q thing, which culminated in the ‘exposure’ of the Cicada puzzle makers and the Q team on Defango’s, among others’ channels.
Defango revealed to his fascinated subscribers that he would be revealing all, and was expecting to be taking a lot of flack for it, but that he didn’t like the direction the whole thing had gone in, when it was meant to be a consciousness-raising exercise for the YouTube Truthers.
We don’t all have a 140 IQ, like Defango, but presumably the Plebians could do with being enlightened a little, and the way to do that included being a bit creative with the truth it seems.
So what about all those times we sat with Defango, while he solved Cicada clues, puffing away on his vaper like the caterpillar in Alice in Wonderland, chugging back his giant slurpies and assuring us that his puzzle-solving skillz were the best out there ‘cos 140 guys, OK? Did he have the slight advantage of being quick at solving them because he helped write them, as he later admitted in his videos?
Oh well, Cicada wasn’t a big waste of time, in lots of people’s minds. I liked watching the solving videos for the techie stuff, as Defango used some apps I wasn’t even aware were out there, and certainly had never used myself. It had some cool graphics too, and lots of esoteric references done in a visual way, that were interesting.
The puzzles were filled with lots of biblical ramblings, which didn’t appeal much to me, but there was something for everyone, including fortune-cookie readings a la I Ching daily horoscopes from Mystic D for the new-agers, as well as stuff aimed at the teenagers gaming in the basement for hours on end, with tedious semi-chivalric Assassins-Creed references, to glass-bead game level philosophical navel-gazings. It was a soup-kitchen of sorts for the soul, with all welcome.
When Q blew up in people’s faces, with the identity of the Q person or persons still not definitely established, the word LARP came up more and more regularly, and the conversation naturally started turning to debates over who were the biggest larpers in this corner of YouTube. Names like our old friend Denise‘s came up, as well as Jerome Corsi, Montagraph and others that had been around the block enough times, or have enough experience to know how to organise a good larp, but of course many ages and at least a few different skill sets were made use of in the effort to market the Q larp as a popular thing with various demographic groups.
Awww, don’t blame it all on the oldies Chinada; some of us aren’t ready to consign them to their mobility scooters for the rest of their days yet. I love seeing them on YouTube, although perhaps some of them, as can also be the case with younger people, are a bit too smart for their own good, and end up tying themselves in knots. Correct me if I am wrong, but some of your video comments suggest that you are not above forming alliances with some of the oldies yourself, even if you don’t always want to admit it. These comments from two of your video channels strike me as a bit of a reality mis-match, date wise, since two weeks after Denise Matteau was Emailing you (Truth Convoy commenter), you were saying you didn’t know the lady, and now you are sticking up for her like a hero, defending her against those nasty trolls. LARP, anyone? This logical lad argues that if someone has trolls, they must be OK. You see, this younger generation really leave the oldies in the shade when it comes to the thinking department. No wonder Denise wanted to befriend him.
Many believe in the idea of cosmic Karma, which I get, but I tend to think of it more as a lying is not such a good idea kind of situation. Poor Denise is having a horrible time at the moment, partly perhaps, because people object to the level of creativity with the truth that her various channels engaged in. How ironic that the truth movement keeps having these issues with the truth constantly.
I dare say Defango is still feeling a little misty-eyed over the whole YouTube livestreaming thing, and the trouble that the Cicada puzzle and Q caused, but he’ll get over it. In fact, he probably has already, since he has miraculously regained his ability to stream on YouTube. Must be the power of prayer. At least someone is still in his corner.
Depression is no joke. The challenge is to not lose faith in yourself, or in others. As REM say, ‘life is bigger, it’s bigger than you’. That’s a thought that cheers me, and you have your religion Defango, so don’t lose that, if it’s what gets you through. With me it’s just life, and people, and yet, even the hurt is a part of what makes life wonderful.
Everybody hurts, some just have more trouble in their minds than others, and think everything is turning to rot in their hands, when it’s just the usual little bits of poo that life tends to fling your way from time to time.
Seems Jethro’s apology has disappeared from our ‘special moment together’ tweet, so the tweets look a bit strange and one-sided. Like Defango, s/he has said nasty things to me, then blocked me. My apology still stands of course, I don’t regret sympathising with someone, nor do I regret being human enough to feel angry when they throw my sympathy back in my face. Being nice doesn’t have to include being a doormat, or not telling someone when their behaviour is crossing your boundaries.
My tweets that earned such displeasure.
Don't do anything dopey Defango. The world could be completely different in a few hours. Things can change that fast. Think of all the people in your life who you would f*ck up permanently by doing something rash. Dig deep, and ride the emotional waves, and you will emerge anew.
Hi Defango. I hope you are in a slightly better frame of mind today, and things don't seem quite as bleak. Everybody was worried about you, and a lot of people appreciate you being in their lives. Don't forget that.
(Defango’s shit-eating reply tweet, like Jethro’s, was deleted)
Defango has a long way to go in the trolling department, if he wants to keep up with the oldies, however. They have been at it so much longer. Here’s a Denise Facebook post from 2016, where she is trolling an abuse survivor, who then points out the phenomenon I’ve observed, and call the reverse-troll maneuver; blame others for trolling you, while being the biggest troll out there. She will always be the queen of trolls in my eyes. First, one of her current comments, from a Chinada3 video.
Is it terrible of me that I’m kind of flattered? A Deprogrammed Mind wasn’t so flattered by this comment:
Chinada is now criticizing myself, Wynter Moon and Aaron Cross, for standing up for ourselves against Denise and her trolls. Oh well, if you don’t do the research, and jump to conclusions, it’s easy to fall for the ploy. And Denise is so good at organising chaos.
Updates: Bet you’re dying to know what’s happening with Defango and Denise since the events discussed above, like what Denise’s current version of her ever-changing and evolving stalker conspiracy theory is, or what steps Defango took to restore his loving giant reputation.
As for Defango, he was last seen licking Montagraph’s boots (metaphorically) in apology for their falling-outs, and writing Emails to both Monty, and Dave Acton, the YouTube legal eagle-eye (‘Hi, it’s Dave’), to get his help on the legal whatnots needed to extricate himself from a delicate situation.
Defango’s Apology Letter to Montagraph.
Denise is currently singing Chinada3’s praises, but who knows how long he will remain in the top spot as her Golden Boy and all round knight-in-shining-armour? Time will tell, and it probably won’t be long before the next round of drama hits the YouTube fan. Click the text link to read more on the latest Denise items of interest here.Sorry to go on endlessly in this post, but that’s the YouTube drama department for you. And the truth can be pretty dramatic sometimes, you have to admit. Thank goodness there are Exit and Shut down buttons for when you need them, as well as a Startup when life gets dull!
They say that the full moon brings out the crazies. There might be something in that. I recently had a go at editing a video for upload on my YouTube channel, which has feckall subscribers, so if I made a mess of it I wouldn’t make to much of a fool of myself, or garner too many negative comments. How wrong can you be?
The video itself got very few views, so little in the way of negative comments, since it didn’t exactly take YouTube by storm. No, it was me, myself and I that got all the comments, from one quite harsh critic, called Stacey Ann Hightower. Except she’s not called that at the moment. It changes a lot more often than her mood, which usually stays in the angry zone, unsurprisingly, since she has been a satellite planet in the pull of the exploding supernova known as the Denise Matteau channel. While she’s been flung off course by the explosion of Denise Matteau‘s main channel, shut down by repeated strikes for bullying and harassment, she has decided to reinvent herself and attach herself to the orbit of what she sees as up-and-coming stars that were circling in the same orbits in YouTube. She’s pretty deluded if she thinks that’s me, but in the crazy light of the moon, the lunatics dance and the keyboard campaigns of hatred are launched like rockets (too heavy with the confused astral metaphors, you think?).
So anyhow, Stacey Ann Hightower, who used to be Neon Flux, and has again changed her name, this time to Donna Syko Emerald, for posting slander about me in various comment sections where nobody really gives a d*mn about either of us, or has any idea who we even are, has been wearing herself ragged trying to persuade people in the ‘Truther Community’ on YouTube that myself and another guy called Aaron have been stalking herself and Denise Matteau, and are out to kill herself and her family. Crazy stuff, and there’s more; we are convicted pedophiles as well, it seems.
Not quite sure where her evidence is for any of the outrageous allegations, but that’s the kind of thing crazies get up to with their keyboards when the moon shines in their window. Or when they’re not busy doing another beer run at the local off-license or issuing their own death threats.
Part of what triggered her was the fact that when she used to be the YouTuber known as Neon Flux I wrotea post here which included her, and also featured her friend and ours, Denise Matteau. I was never a member of what Denise liked to think of as her little ‘Family’, but she and Neon were good buddies. Used to Email each other everyday, with all sorts of schemes and dreams constantly on the boil. Neon still uses Denise’s name as her own at times, she’s that big a fan.
Shame Denise went off her, when she realised that Neon might be more of an liability to the survival of her channel than an asset, and when the pot threatened to boil over, Denise spilled the beans on Neon, and burned her rather badly, divulging her personal details in videos, and reading out Emails Neon had sent her. Here’s a reposting of a video of a special reading Denise did from Neon’s Emails, that’s now gone the way of Denise’s main channel.
After Denise jettisoned Neon publicly, Neon threatened to sue her, and Denise then put around the story that Neon was working with me, Donna the professional killer (long story), and Aaron Cross, AKA Montagraph, ‘the pedophile’, and child killer, according to herself, as we had been public enemies for quite a while, me, for having dared to do a blog post about Denise’s life, which she had already splashed all over the internet herself, and Aaron, because she thought he was Montagraph, who can’t stand her either, since that time she said he was a pedo, and whipped her subscribers into a frenzy of hatred against him (whew, that sentence was longer than Proust, though it didn’t have as much literary style, I gotta admit). Wild stuff, but there were other thoroughly nutty people in Denise’s orbit who still believe this version of The Truth, and are rumbling out their convoy of lies around the various channels, trying to drum up a ‘crew’ to harass the so-called ‘trolls’.
Aww. De poa hurty wurty feewings when yo fweend wont twoll foa yo.
The whole thread on this video became funny when Delphi wanted to have a beauty contest with me, in an attempt to get me to ‘out’ my real-life identity. Wanted me to slug it out back on her horse channel. I posted a picture of myself looking my very best, since I just couldn’t get her off my back any other way. She hasn’t a chance against this fine thing.
Interestingly enough, just the week before she posted on the thread Delphi had been back on her own channel telling people she was being ‘stocked’, and was back in Denise’s good graces, working with her to resolve the Aaron problem. She told her friend she would Email. She’s good at staying in touch with people.Despite the fact that she avoids the internet like the plague.
Seems Delphi was creating her story and making sure it stuck long before she arrived on the YouTubeStory2Chinada3 video to cause trouble. She is currently telling her subscribers that she will be offline, and they are all getting concerned, and asking if she is OK. The finger will be no doubt pointed in Aaron and myself’s direction when she makes her next video. Maybe she is hoping she will impress Denise with her stocking skillz.
As for our old friend Neon, she’s had a rough time over at my Donna’s Moon Story video. Click the video above, and select View on YouTube, if you want to see the comments, but believe me, you are going to learn some new phrases that I hope you will never need to use yourself in your daily life. Be sure to expand the Comments Button To Sort By Newest first, as shown here.
She’s currently sleeping it off, though I seriously doubt she will rethink her attitudes when the sun comes up on a new day.
Update: You know my remarks about how to access Stacy/Neon’s nasty remarks on my video comment section? Well, ignore them, because she has removed them. I know you are probably driven mad with curiosity to see what was said before she passed out from emotional overload, or overload of something or other anyway, so I will post them here below. I’m putting them below the following book quote, in case you want to think over whether you want to look at something this yukky, so be warned.
Stacey thought if she just kept repeating the allegations somebody would believe them, and she could drag as many personal enemies and allegations into the stalker ring conspiracy as possible by going big on the lie. She had seen that this technique often worked for Denise, because they got the idea about our being stalkers and all the other horrible things from Denise, and believed them. Or just wanted everyone else to believe them, because they hated us for what they saw as a group of people working together to try to break up their Family cult, sorry, emmmm….cosy fellowship, of them against the world. And as if we didn’t get the message that she wanted us to know that she was still bestest buds with Denise, this comment was next.
It’s a bit confused, and the plot isn’t consistent, but confusion just adds to the whole conspiracy, dontcha think? Kindof a ‘Well, you must be over the target, because people seem to be getting annoyed’ school of logic, that so many deluded, what are now colloquially known as ‘Qtards‘ seem to use to make decisions when arriving at ‘The Truth‘. Stacey was determined to carry on with whatever bs she was trying to sell despite anything I said to the contrary. My version wasn’t as exciting, of course. It was just a standard response one makes when they’ve been threatened with a throat slitting (see comment above my drunk video at top of this page).
It went on and on. I got bored. I won’t bore you further. It was more of the same, with several name changes along the way. Currently, she’s Donna Psycho Emerald on this channel, where she carries on with inept trolling by making playlists, and Photoshopping a hat on my profile picture. Oh well, keeps her off the streets, I suppose. And her 10 subscribers, which I suspect are all her. Until she has to go out for more beer. She’s bound to be thirsty after all that hard work. Still, hard work never killed anyone, as they say, and it’s done wonders for her creativity, as she’s coming up with cute playlist names like ‘Donna Emerald the truth of her t3rror1sm‘ and ‘Aaron Cross stalker of women, offender of children‘. I like the hat, too.
Oh well, let’s leave them to their astral madness; seems that people will go on believing what they want to believe and turn their faces from the light of intelligence, to continue bathing in moon madness.
You know, you can be very annoying but I’m kinda fond of you. Guess you could say it’s a love/hate relationship. I love all the fun you have brought into my life; meeting a few new people who have turned out to be pretty nice, finding out new things, getting involved in new avenues of discovery; all the stuff that a relationship with another human being brings. You hate me, but that’s OK. I get it; I can be irritating too, and I don’t always go along with what you want, when you want it. A lot of people find me a bit like that, and you wouldn’t be the first one that was driven mad by it. But on some matters I wish you would lighten up a bit. The world is not filled with trolls, all out to get you, and it’s not really a them or us situation; it’s all us. We’re all human. And when you are calling others trolls, you are risking looking more like a troll yourself.
It’s pretty infuriating sometimes, and I have to write it all down, or tell people about it, to keep it straight in my head. The poison threatens to infect me, and turn me into a bitter troll sometimes. It’s hard to stay nice, and tempting to become a nasty mean old troll, but I remind myself that there are rewards for being nice, like looking in the mirror in the morning, and not hating who you are; even if you don’t look as pretty on the outside as you would wish, you know that you are beautiful on the inside, and maybe the beauty will shine out, and make other people as happy as you are yourself. There’s nothing as good as making someone smile. Maybe it’s a bit sickening, but the guy with the typewriter gets it, and lots of other people do, and that makes me feel very good about life, and living.
Nobody wants you to suffer, nobody has planned it, and it is only the truly ignorant and lost who are made happy by the suffering of others; perhaps in the short term, there’s a satisfaction, but the slow soul rot that results will eventually turn up in your eyes someday when you look in your mirror, and you will find it very hard to live with yourself.
So accept that you are not perfect; after all, others can accept themselves as they are, warts and all, so how bad can you be really? Maybe you have just set your standards too high, above the rest of us ordinary folk. You are not special, in anything but being human. And in the human spirit, I wish you love now, and happiness, even if you don’t want it from me. At least take it from yourself. Life isn’t so very long, and you deserve happiness, just as everyone does. Join the human race, and enjoy the music.
This is an old show by now, first broadcast in 2010, one of two-part daytime TV special, made for UK audiences, in which Jeremy Kyle discusses various cults, interviewing members, and families involved. This is reblogged from Dialogue Ireland’s website. Jeremy Kyle ( a bit of a drama queen himself – the British equivalent of Jerry Springer, bottom of the barrel viewing, featuring all sorts of fruit and nut cases ) interviews people involved in different cult organisations, including Dave McKayof the Jesus Christians, asking the question, are they cults, or just religious communities? Brian Birmingham, who, strangely enough, I am suspected of being by at least one YouTuber, confronts Dave McKay and temperatures inevitable rise all round. Jeremy, as usual, is focussed (mostly on his ratings, one assumes). To be honest, I prefer Jerry Springer myself.
Note: Part 11 of 12 parts seems to be absent from the Dialogue Ireland page, so you can find it here, below the other link.