May You Live in Interesting Times
I once heard that in China, they don’t have a concept for “f**k you.” Instead, they bow with quiet precision and say, “May you live in interesting times.”
Before Mr. Trump rode his golden escalator into political infamy, declaring himself America’s king, Empress and I had already started plotting a way to help the land of our birth break free from the grip of billionaires. The plan was bold yet simple: hit the brakes on the economy for just 24 hours—a collective pause to bring truth to power.
We called it #SmoothMoneyMove. The perfect protest: peaceful, anonymous, and powerful enough to ripple through everything without causing harm. But here’s the thing: only someone with immense courage (and maybe a bit of audacity) could advance this idea on a global scale.
The video? It’s still here. (link)
But then we woke up to the fact that the zombie apocalypse had already happened. The zombies? Not bloodthirsty and roaming, but dormant and docile, plugged into the system. That’s when we knew it was time to take the advice they never teach in school: panic now, avoid the rush.
So, we became immigrants.
First, we touched down in Germany. Then, we made a strategic move to the best side of the U.S. border, and life demanded reinvention. That’s what this journey has been—shedding old skin, questioning everything, and creating new freedom.
Now, let me address the elephant in the room: What happened to my Spacebook profile?
I was just sharing knowledge. Russell Brand had been posting these brilliant, terrifying scholarly papers and videos on what the COVID “plandemic” was doing to us. I thought I was helping by passing them along. Wrong.
The algorithm flagged me for “disinformation.” I landed in Spacebook probation with 30 days to appeal, so I did, immediately. Their reply? Some automated excuse about “staffing issues.” The days ticked by—nothing.
Then, they came for me: from probation to Spacebook jail, jail to prison, prison to solitary. Finally, they killed my account outright. Executed.
And now? The Zuck’s running around with a jheri curl, probably trying to buy a set of balls.
But here’s the thing: rebirth isn’t a punishment; it’s an opportunity. Like a phoenix rising from ashes, I’ve reimagined myself.
Where Are You Now? Let’s Build Something Better
This is my invitation to you: Where are you in your story? Are you looking for ways to reinvent yourself, find freedom, or step into a better life? I’ve been there—trust me.
Reach out. Let’s talk about what’s next for you.
The world may be crazy, but the truth is, it’s full of possibility—if you’re ready to look beyond the noise. Empress and I have walked this path, and we’re still moving. So, what’s stopping you?
The journey starts with a question. Drop me a message, and let’s begin.