Today, people have spent tens of thousands of hours listening to my podcast, reading my blog, attending events, enjoying my book, and following the story here on twitter.
How did I go from zero to here?
It's a doozy of a tale:
I was just a 'normal' guy doing normal things, with a hobby posting in forums and reading man-type blogs.
And then my friend @Cernovich got on twitter
So I did.
It got a ton of replies as D&P was the hottest thing around in 2015.
I felt the electricity of engagement for the first time. I was hooked.
And I started writing about what I was interested in at the time.
Sex and relationships.
I was anonymous.
It was fun.
So I said some crazy stuff. True stuff, but outlandish nevertheless.
Feminism, critical theory, the attack on masculinity. I was beginning to see the bigger picture.
trump vs clinton embodied the conflict between traditional masculinity and radical feminism.
everything we'd talked about in the old forums was now becoming part of the national narrative.
it was exciting.
He and many others helped create an entire new scene.
We all were writing, blogging, tweeting, doing whatever we could to participate in the election.
There were big events like the Deploraball and Bull Moose.
god knows I needed new ones.
posting about politics on facebook alienated me from my friends and even my family.
many relationships were destroyed in '15/'16 for all of us. but many new ones were made.
Everything was going great.
until THE PHOTO.
And one day we all decided to hang out and do an "escape room" together.
Afterwards the attendant took a picture of our group. Harmless right?
We all hung out and had fun. We even beat the escape room.
Chelsea ended up in our group photo. No one thought anything of it.
There was a bunch of press there.
Chelsea Manning showed up.
How could a progressive icon attend a MAGA party?
That became the news.
It was a scandal.
Chelsea Manning in a photo with a bunch of (so-called) Alt-right nazi MAGA types was all of a sudden a BIG DEAL.
the crazies on the left were incensed.
they began to identify everyone in the pic.
Facebook messages starting coming in.
People I barely remembered were asking me, JACK WTF ARE YOU A NAZI NOW?!
It was annoying but it didn't seem like a big deal...yet.
The world darkened.
And I was exposed to something I had only read about.
I was about to become a combatant in a game I didn't really know I was even playing.
Sunday was the lull.
Monday was when it all began.
A text comes from work:
Check your email.
You are hereby suspended until further notice, pending an investigation into your social media and online activity.
We will contact you with more information.
And with that, my phone was reset off site, my email was shutdown and I was in the dark.
It was 10pm.
I got on twitter to see what was happening.
I didn't know what to expect.
But I knew it had to be bad.
My 'normie' work was now investigating my social media and blog posts.
Remember when I said I wrote stuff I thought no one would see?
I had become a living example of the online information wars.
ANITFA contacted my employer and everyone in my field that I was a NAZI.
A trap door had just opened and I was plummeting into the unknown.
I was sick.
My private anon life and my public normie life were about to fuse into a life changing disaster.
I rolled out the antifragile playbook.
I'd been reading all about it. I'd seen it in practice.
I knew that I could, no I MUST, take this crisis and turn it into something positive.
Bad publicity is publicity and it was my chance to take advantage.
I get to create podcasts, blog posts, exclusive content and more - all because of the support of you amazing people.
It's been a helluva road but I'm in a good spot.
Remember how I was banned from coaching little league? How I could no longer help my son and be with him?
Well my son was really worried how he'd manage without me.
turns out, he didn't just get by, he freaking exploded:
Made his all star team.
Lead his team to the City Championship.
Was selected by the Nationals to throw out the first pitch.
Made it to the Little League World Series...
And then hit a walk off game winning home run on ESPN....
Early in the game he made a mistake. He was catching and thought there were 3 outs and dropped the ball. 2 runs scored.
He thought he lost the game.
ESPN Zoomed onto his face under the mask and showed him crying on TV.
He just wanted to help them win, not be the reason they lost.
ESPN highlighted his tears and shame with 6 cameras focused on him.
With 100's of people in the stands, 1000's of people watching on tv, @HunterDrewTFA in attendance, and me, his biggest fan cheering him on-
he had his redemption with 2 outs.
GAME WINNING HOME RUN
I'll just remember that day more than others.
That day he became not just my son to coach, but a little man worth admiring.
He could've wilted, they could've beaten him, but he marshaled the will to win, + win he did.
Thanks for inspiring me, Son.
So much anger, fear, resentment, shame, pride, determination had built up inside me and when he hit that homerun it all came out.
Everything was tied together.
I wasn't in the dug out with him because of what happened.
I wasn't coaching bc of ANTIFA
My son is stronger than ever.
I am stronger than ever.
My will to win is stronger than ever.
@EdLatimore Goldmund @Timcast @RubinReport @johnrobb
and everyone else I'm not remembering right now.
Every podcast guest
Everyone who bought the book
Everyone who RT'ed along the way
Everyone who joined the Liminal Order.