The Bully Among Us

Standing Up to the Lies Before they Consume You

Imagine, if I told you a story about a child. Your child being bullied online. Imagine that in the last week, your son or daughter had been doxxed on social media. Twitter, aka X, to be exact. Their address and name released for all to see and lies being spewed as truth. What if others excused it because the bully has had a hard life? What if others watched their bad behavior and said nothing? Would you be angry?

Well, I am not a child, but this has happened to me. Bullyism is not exclusive to children and their immaturity. Bullies are among us in our everyday lives. Often, they are more empowered in groups. Group mentality allows them to become bolder and more brazen. In my last article, I referenced a trio of women who have made me the target of their campaign of psychological warfare. The end goal to force me to hide in the shadows and quit my jobs. Honestly, it almost worked. In fact, I quit three of my brave Patriots, and attempted to quit two more in order to make it cease. I rationalized that if I quit, they would leave me alone. In the past, I even sent two of them letters of apology because it must be my fault that they hated me. Folks, capitulating didn’t work. They didn’t leave me alone. Exposing their behavior may ultimately end my involvement in this movement to save our country. The possibility is daunting, but I will not be dictated by fear. I will not let it pass like a ship in the night to protect those who mean a lot to me, because if I hide the truth, then who will they target next? It won’t stop with me. I am not their first, and I won’t be their last, unless I stand up and say “No”.

Normally, I would start from the beginning, but I am going to work backwards this time. I am going to start with the third of the trifecta of “mean girls”. My first entanglement with this “researcher” from the Pacific Northwest occurred in early October. I had seen her on social media, and never thought much of her. A self-described “whistleblower” was one of these types who sees a conspiracy in most things. In actuality, her work was insightful, and I may not believe all the rabbit holes she entered, but assumed there might be a lot of a truth to her theories. After all, three years ago, I would never have believed that our elections were riddled with fraud and manipulation or that the machines are rigged. I have chosen to believe that anything is possible, and once I close my mind to possibilities, I am denying wanting to hear the whole truth, regardless of how outlandish it may seem on the surface. Now, I realize that if her so-called discoveries about me were untruths, were these other revelations also twisted lies?

My initial contact with her occurred on a quiet evening on Truth Social and I saw some activity that was quite concerning. The conversation between this middle-aged woman and a older veteran from Florida was at first friendly. They were going to work together on a project and all was well. All of a sudden, the dialogue took a dramatic turn. While watching this back and forth, I see a man who served our country being demeaned and reprimanded. This salty vet, as most of them are, demanded she leave him alone. The breaking point was when she declared him to be a “d*ck”, humiliating him on a public forum. Agreeing with all veterans is not mandatory but treating them with the respect and honor they deserve should be. They served our country and experienced horrors that we cannot imagine. They sacrificed more than we realize, and the minimum they are owed is respect and being treated with honor. In retrospect, maybe my instincts were wrong to interfere, but I stepped into battle with her. I am not fond of bullies, and this isn’t my first time wrestling with one to protect others. I didn’t say much, but apparently, I said enough with my self-admitted sarcasm. What she spoke, ended up haunting me. As much shock as her statements induced on my part, God showed me what I needed to see. In that instant, I learned what I had not known for over a year. Things that seemed odd now made sense. When my relationships with grassroots leaders had become non-existent, and my messages to them went unanswered, I knew something was wrong. A pattern had formed, and I had not realized the smear campaign against me behind the scenes. I had only known that for over a year and a half, the second woman of the trifecta had stalked me online and in person. I will save this story for another day, but what this native of the Evergreen State had allowed to be revealed was that the story had spread that I was the stalker, not the one being stalked. The truth had been reversed, and the result was me being isolated. When isolation occurs, you are not able to do your job and help those for which you work. Gossip is a terrible thing, and those for which I worked suffered, because the grassroots believed me to be a criminal.

To have this woman I did not know dox me and write outlandish words about me was like watching a movie. To declare that I worked for the 3 letter agencies threw me for a curve. Making far-out claims that I had ties to special prosecutor Jack Smith did provide me a slight chuckle. The only Smiths I had as relations were two great-uncles. Neither of these men were Jack, unless somehow Bunk and Bill are similar. She seemed to believe me to be some kind of deep state spy in the movement against tyranny. I moderated chats and ran a spam bot. Not exactly clandestine missions. She thought me much more capable than I truly was. I didn’t know whether to be slightly honored that she thought I was this capable or to be insulted that she viewed me as a traitor to my country and my Patriots. The most alarming allegation was that I was dangerous, and I was going to hurt or kill somebody. This troubled soul was crossing way too many lines, and I needed to set the record straight and crush these claims before they spread like wildfire.

Digging into my father’s past was part of their reconnaissance. My father who had done many things… Noble and not so noble… He was a graduate of Culver Military Academy, and would become a Sergeant in the United States Marine Corps. He was a skydiver and was part of an accomplished team who often performed. Add hunting, fishing, and competitive skeetshooting to his list of hobbies and accomplishments. He even rode motorcycles to fit his image of being a daredevil. He was an artist extraordinaire and designed petroleum plants as an engineer. This team of bullies didn’t pull up all his accomplishments. They managed to find his arrest records from a past incident that occurred when I was just a baby. And one night, as I was thinking about my father now deceased for 20 years, after dying an untimely death off a cliff in Nicaragua, I posted a picture of one of his pistols that I had. Dirty and not fit for shooting at this present time, I just wanted to remember him. Another veteran showed off his new pistol engraved with his name. I just shared something special that was my dad’s. One of his other hobbies had been collecting firearms. Pistols, rifles, and shotguns. Some of them so unique and so him. His collection had long been disbanded, but what was left of it sat in front of me. This bully cited how I had been brandishing a weapon on Truth Social which was an outright lie. You will see the photo she labeled as threatening. Is there any low too low? I have since deleted both my Truth Social and Twitter accounts, because I tried to run. Run from the craziness. Run from the hate. Just run. Running doesn’t work. Don’t learn that lesson the hard way.

Before her allegations took a truly wild and wily turn, I witnessed this woman have a conversation with a stranger on Truth Social. As I sat back and watched, she seemed to believe this other profile to be me. The woman had hoped to meet her at an event, and the wish was not reciprocated. I assumed she would not be there, and if she was, I would just keep my distance since I was also going to be in attendance. Friends of mine were present, and everything seemed normal. Patriotism was celebrated and true Patriots spoke. Then a troubling conversation occurred on social media. This woman consumed with paranoia was at the event, even though never seen. She started to engage with the stranger again and mock her on social media. The mysterious whistleblower declared that the woman was sitting on the front row. I had been sitting on the front row as I videotaped many of the presentations. Now, I was alarmed. She had been watching me out of sight, and now a stranger was being taunted because she was determined they were me. I thought maybe someone was feeding her information since she was never seen by me or my friends. Only when I reviewed my video footage of the honor guard as the camera was pointed to the back of the church did I spot something unforeseen by me. I saw her. My heart fell to the pit of my stomach. Had she been watching me?

If I believe what I have been told, this woman has had a difficult life. She was a product of a tumultuous divorce, and abuse. Her claims include being targeted by the judicial system and our government. She reportedly claimed to have turned her former husband to several government agencies for crimes she believed he committed. I pray that the words that she spoke were the truth, because if those allegations were also false, I know the impact they can make on those on the receiving end. Does this excuse her actions? No. Two wrongs do not make a right. I will pray for her and pray that God provides her with peace in her life. That she learns from her past experiences and turns it into good for others. Not torturing her own soul. Instead of being a victim, she becomes a victor. Not consumed with negativity. I pray that another woman with a vendetta against me stops preying on her paranoia and frees her from her grasp of manipulation. Manipulating a woman with a tortured soul is nothing short of evil. Stop using others to do your dirty work so that your hands remain clean in the public eye. God sees what you are doing, and you will eventually have to take ownership of these actions.

“Therefore, get rid of all moral filth and the evil that is so prevalent and humbly accept the word planted in you, which can save you. Do not merely listen to the word, and so deceive yourselves. Do what it says. Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like someone who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. But whoever looks intently into the perfect law that gives freedom, and continues in it—not forgetting what they have heard, but doing it—they will be blessed in what they do.”.

James 1:21-25

I am going to share a post from January 2022, from a man that means a lot to me. This man has always inspired me, and any advice he gave me, I took to heart. He was one of those angels I mentioned a few days ago. At this point in time when he wrote these words, I had not had any issues to note. At least I was not aware of them… But I remembered these words when the ripples of chaos started to invade my life.

"Bullies"

When I was in the 5th grade a bully and his two followers waited for me after school to rough me up. I was the smart, small, nerdy kid.

I mounted my purple stingray and tried to escape, but they grabbed the handlebars and stopped me.

I kept trying to escape, but things kept escalating. So I set the bike down and beat the crap out of the main bully.

With his two buddies watching in stunned amazement, I made sure to break his nose and gave him two black eyes. He did not return to school for over a week.

No one ever bullied me again, but I always felt bad about it.

While I was in high school, a bully drove out to our farm to beat me up. As he raced up the gravel driveway, my step-dad said, "If it comes to blows, make sure that you hit him first, that you break his nose, and that he sees stars."

I walked out into the driveway to meet my would-be assailant, remembering my earlier experience and my new advice.

As the big guy flew out of his truck, I quickly reached out my right hand for his.

My outstretched hand caught him off guard... and he took it.

I didn't let go, and I looked him dead in the eyes. He was way bigger than me.

But I didn't let go. I was a wirey but strong farmboy, and I wasn't letting go.

There were inches between our noses, eye to eye, he was blabbering on, and I had his right hand in my vice grip.

I wasn't letting go.

Finally, he'd said his piece, I let go of his hand, he got back in his truck, and he left.

There is more than one way to deal with a bully.

The first step is... don't back down.

The second step is to stare directly into their eyes.

What happens next is up to them.

If they insist, I'll open a can of whoop-ass on them.

But I'd prefer to stare them down and give them the time that they need to blow off steam.

All the while, shaking their hand.

After all, bullies usually have unresolved issues, and giving them the chance to avoid stupid mistakes is a charity. Opportunities they may later thank you for.

To this man… I will not back down. I will face them and their lies. I will not lower myself to their level and inundate them with actions identical to their own. I will pray to God that they learn the err of their ways and accomplish true peace in their life. But if their lies continue, I will fight back. I will punch them in the nose by pushing back with the truth… The truth will set us free… The truth will set me free…

“And you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.”

John 8:32