You know, a long long time ago in a townhome far far away…
I was banned from the local ColoFurs Yahoo group/mailing list for being a dick, which, okay, while calling out bullshit in the group including someone who was on the sex offender registry in regards to children being ‘allowed’ by others to continue to put themselves in inappropriate situations. They kicked me out because it “was just a group of friends, okay?” There weren’t any rules.
A couple months later or so, I think, local news covered shit hitting the fan and furries were suddenly in the headlines because a local grown woman was having inappropriate sexual relations with a younger teenage boy under the umbrella of the furry subculture. Suddenly, there were rules. Suddenly, people cared. Suddenly, things happened, kind of.
But I was still banned, because, well, I’m just fucking asshole okay?
But, years later, when it no longer mattered, to be honest, I was still determined to take my rightful place. A moderator that got his foot in, and was still talking to me before getting big at streaming and then dropping off the face of the earth FrozenFoxy, and eventually, I was let back in without apologizing for what I said, because…
Every single thing I said ended up being true.
Every. Single. One. Of. Them.
And so, absolutely nothing was accomplished except putting off the inevitable.
In the last year I’ve said a lot of things. Like, a LOT of things.
And, over time a good chunk of all those things was erased, in various ways for various reasons, a few outside of my control. The permanent suspension of my BlueSky was one of those things. There I was, May 30th, 2025, typing furiously at my keyboard because someone was wrong on the Internet, as I am now very known to do, and then, with a dramatic wipe in real-time practically (truly! at least, it seemed that way because I was once again constructing a post thread that was probably edging over 70+ posts), it was gone.
My hands literally hung in mid-air as I just stared wide eyed at the screen.
And I blinked, and uttered, in a sort of shocked half-whisper,
“All that work. All those posts.”
I shook my head slightly.
“The last 7-8 months…”
I lowered my hands in defeat.
“Gone.”
But, thankfully, I had backed it up (at least the CAR file) only an hour or two before.
So much noise was made, so many bullies crying “hate speech” and “unaccountable asshole” so loud, and mostly, one small psychotic little man (not me, thanks) doing everything he can to cover his tracks that I started to shine a light on, as I do when I’m poked over and over, after he decided that he’d conduct an orchestra of failure…
And. Nothing. Was. Accomplished.
Just like I said it would, and just like I always point out, “no value can be predicated on a falsehood.”
Well, he was shunned by the cesspool of the Internet, which, wow… but nothing of significance was accomplished.
Granted, when I calculated it out, I think I was posting an average of, maybe, 50… 60+ posts a day?
Maybe it was a bit excessive? I don’t know. I don’t care about stuff like that.
It don’t mean nearly as much as everyone likes to convince themselves it does.
Anyways. This is getting way too tall for microposting, so here’s the gist:
Since then my BlueSky archive has gone up and down. It’s actually *UP* now, for a very long time, under my /micro/ social timeline. It needs a bit of work, but, if you click on the threads links, it will show those enormous blog-post style threads (which I’m not going to be making now that I have this) as text (and soon graphics) in generally chronological order.
And, in even more momentous news, I’m actually back on the atproto protocol, because, technically, I’m not on BlueSky. I was permanently suspended, remember? Which also means that BlueSky itself can’t suspend me into oblivion, so, I ain’t going anywhere any time soon.
All of you that supposedly don’t care and are so beyond it all now have another opportunity to choose, if you so desire, to not waste your time accomplishing nothing.
Everything I ever said still applies:
You treat me with disdain, trying to bully me into ‘social correction’ for the common good, and I will do the same to you, most likely with far more dedication.
I have no ethical issues mirroring the treatment I receive from someone, something best kept in mind.
…
I am not you, you are not me, and so, your abstaining requires nothing of me. If I feel the need to talk about you, I will.
Always telling the truth, plainly and clearly, helps immensely with this.
If I feel the need to discuss you or your ideas, I will.
If I feel the need to judge you, report you, or point out a danger according to how I see things, I will.
Once more, I expect the same.
It goes both ways.
…
Your boundaries aren’t mine to hold or enforce; your feelings aren’t mine to bear or comfort; your sense of reality isn’t mine to fulfill, and none of that will be entertained.
And, if any of that is expected but not also simultaneously given in equal measure, for any reason, all claims otherwise will be treated with extreme prejudice.
/on-manipulation/ – On Manipulation by Maus Merryjest and Asher Wolfstein
Welcome to the decentralized future.
