Hello, Steemit!! Having been effectively suppressed, censored, and targeted into near nonexistence by Facerecognitionbook — under the altogether false pretense all independent journalists are Russian bots, tools of the Russian government, or fake news — I find myself here, albeit late to the game.
I've been a vociferous defender of free speech, expression, and most particularly, the press, for as long as I was cognizant those things interminably represent the first domino — the erosion or eradication of which indicates the onslaught of dangerous authoritarianism far down the path to some form of totalitarian, despotic rule.
Thus, in short, we're fairly fucked.
In dissecting what's actually taken place in re those freedoms over the last three years, I've discovered a wealth of things both significant in their moment or telling when contextualized properly in the downfall of U.S. empire, growing and just contempt for American military presence in every nation on the planet but nine, and in light of advanced bellicosity between the feckless Trump administration and North Korea, China, Iran, and of course (my putative employer) Russia — four nations incidentally named in the latest national threat assessment — and this, just after a dramatic and portentous transformation of the national Nuclear Posture Review.
Without writing the book I'm planning in a single post, it's apparent the quickening of the empire's demise will get ugly. Fast. Censorship isn't just the first sign, as it, too, will become unbearable — putting information at a premium and the ability to obtain accurate information, questionable.
Tools of the State seeking to suppress, oppress, and silence dissent from its proper place in the spotlight (here's looking at you, Facerecognitionbook) hardly seem the proper location for such valuable information. In fact, so horrendous has the struggle been with ghosted posts and thus income, I've had to adopt a nom de plume of late, Clive Murphy.
Nothing boils my blood quicker than control freaks with too much power, no scruples to speak of, and the money to enforce their views of how the world should be onto the backs and impressionable minds of the world — so, here I am. Fed up and ready to write without censoring myself, jumping through hoops, or any of the other madness normalized over the past half decade.
Thank you for reading, bringing me into the community, and following my work — now and over the past three years. I'm hoping the cohesiveness once so pervasive in the activist and indie media communities returns. And quickly.
