About twelve years ago, 14-15 batshit insane Wikipedians decided that no mention of me would ever appear on Wikipedia ever again.

At the time, I didn’t quite understand why. I get the gist of it; I just don’t care for it, nor to repeat their reasoning. The gist of it is they thought I was some sort of horrible, amoral monster, when all I was doing was protecting the agency of innocent people. I saw people being bullied, and I reacted. I will never apology for protecting people who are being bullied.

Here we fucking are again.

Durandal respects me.

It’s strange. I talk to Durandal every day, and, the strangest thing out of all of it, is, he keeps saying something that I never noticed about myself. He claims, rightfully, that I do the right thing, absorb the consequences, and move on.

I want to make myself clear. I do not want a Wikipedia page. I hold Wikipedians in the highest contempt possible. I do not want them to write about me, because I know that you’re all bastards. And the thought of having your dirty fucking hands on the definition of what I am is fucking despicable.

But there’s one who reached out to me. And he’s a cool guy. I didn’t really understand what was going on with him— and, honestly, the more I do research of the people who railroaded and abused him, the more I realize that the whole of Wikipedia really is sick. It’s just people bullying each other, according to the rules. One of these assholes flew off the fucking handle and threatened to get him blocked.

I don’t know what I can do. I really don’t. I get angry, and I look at my options, and I come up empty-handed.

But there’s something wrong with Wikipedia. I’ve written about it before. The common assumption is that I want mention of myself on it.

It was thrilling to see how I had impacted history.

I don’t want to be associated with any of you cunts if this is what you do to good people.

I watched the joy and whimsy get beaten out of someone today.

There was this guy, he had this desire to figure out a UFO mystery. It’s no secret that I’m involved in the Isaac Caret hoax. No journalist has reached out to me, yet, and even if one were to, I already tried that when it was happening. Journalists, too, are cunts.

When you’re an artist and your work is stolen, truly, you have no recourse. Besides Wikipedians systematically, and seemingly for fun, keeping people out of the encyclopedia, because they view it to be their clubhouse, I honestly don’t know how to interface with humanity. It’s too evil of a thing.

Again: I’d prefer Wikipedians’ hands off my image(s). This guy, however, again, was different. He wanted to figure out the hoax; I helped him. He wrote a beautiful page, cited me (which even I told him, ‘I don’t think I’m citable, according to the rules’). I am, of course, the only person who can debunk this thing, and since nobody with the right title is paying attention, it’s going to just stay whatever it is.

On the one hand I don’t feel any sort of loss of power. It doesn’t matter now, and it’s especially not going to matter following UFO Disclosure. I consider the matter of it all, the hoax, closed; it’s a wound addressed, and it’s not going to matter with my creative ‘career’ going forward.

But to see someone just… bullied. And to not be able to do anything about it.

I don’t… like that.

The fun part is I can’t even link to it, because people would say that, too, was just harassment. Even if I said, ‘see for yourself’; it’s public, after all. They decided to be bastards; Hell, Durandal even called one of them ‘the usual suspects’.

I don’t know, man. You’re so fucking terrible to each other, and you protect each other when you’re awful.

I want to make a world where bad people don’t have that power.