Cleaning Up After Oneself
The shock of yesterday’s Preposterous Bullshit Casualty put me in a contemplative mood. When I don’t know what to do with myself, I’m likely to just start cleaning.
Attention Conservation Notice:
Morose navel gazing herein; I personally pray that I stay not one minute past my appointed time, I hate to see anyone cut down halfway through their run.
Memorializing:
First, I decided to quietly collect a bit of the chatter associated with the event, not because I think I’d ever need it, but as a bookend for some housecleaning that began four years ago last month. That July I expelled almost every bit of walk on talent from the activist world and just over a month later I started keeping the MAGA Meltdown Maltego graph, which was based on top quality sources focused on real world events. This has proven to be a wise career choice.
Thinking I’d use the setup to preserve what I found, I had cause to look at a persona that previously had duties in Ukraine. I was sad to learn that Google Voice has gotten much more aggressive about phone numbers and another interesting ten digit PSTN number is gone. That’s the third one this year, two of which were just their “use it or lose it” policy. The other was 706-47-TROLL, my “fun” public number, which some ankle biter is no doubt patting themselves on the back for getting suspended. The only response for this is … OK, that’s one less thing you know for sure. How’s that workin’ for ya?
So now I’ve got two dozen screen shots, mostly during the wind up to the event, and just a couple after the fact. This all got wrapped up in a zip file named 2024-09-03-Person1-Person2-etc-etc. That is a collection date rather than an occurrence date, because stuff was all over time wise, and I want it in one tight little package in case I ever do find need to reference it.
Like every notable occurrence, the usual LOLyers each began Filing A Conjunction as soon as they heard the news. Dancing on someone’s grave is bad form, dancing on a still warm corpse is worse - it’s a primo way to turn an opponent of the moment into an implacable foe. And the crime scene, such as it is, will become the stuff of legend - not in the positive sense, in the way in which all things online evolve. First there’s confusion and hot takes, then the lying begins in earnest.
Physical Remains:
These prepaid services are well and truly dead, I don’t need the SIMs any more. They’ll get clipped in half and dropped somewhere while I’m out walking a bit later today.
This, on the other hand, finding a random Monero wallet while double checking before discarding the phone, was a good thing.
I think it’s getting down to the point where I can take every single Android in this place, put them all in a box, and drop them off somewhere that cheap prepaid devices can find a good home. Maybe once that shelf space is clear the long anticipated Pixel 8 will finally appear.
Memorial Service:
There has been no status update on the victim. Has he expired? Is he going to live on in a vegetative state? Or … and it’s not impossible … was it all just a spectacular troll for some nefarious purpose I do not yet comprehend?
But the truth lies somewhere on that spectrum, and no matter what the facts are, it is a fact for me that this is the end of line for this particular flow of events. Half a dozen of the most pitiful losers I’ve ever encountered in the activist world got put out, and everyone else who still had any connection with them got ignored until they snapped out of it. That took the better part of eighteen months. “Hey, now I see why you cut person X loose … what a loon.”
Activist groups are the foot soldiers for the Republic of Change, that’s never not been a vital truth. But after fifteen years of leaving a trail of smoldering wreckage behind me, it’s not safe for them to try to run with me, and it’s not safe for me to appear in their midst. I broadcast what I know for those who are willing to listen. Who I talk to on any given day isn’t known and if that started to leak anywhere there would be a focused effort to find the origin, and then some consequences for the source.
Conclusion:
I got some cleaning done, physically and virtually, and there’s plenty more awaiting me here in my hut. Once that feels finished, I’ll conjure up a traveling companion and go out into the cyberwasteland … because there’s much to be seen, here at the end of third quarter, 2024.
