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YOUR BRIDGE TO BRILLIANCE
In Memoriam: Walter David Leddy
(January – October 2024 in utero)
In Western North Carolina in late September – early October 2024, my life quickly shifted from worrying about the crypto markets to worrying about getting power and potable water for my family to grieving the loss of my unborn son.
This letter is for him.
Dear Walter,
I’m so sorry for losing you, yet so grateful you came into our lives to make us better. You brought out the best in everyone. I wrote you so many letters and recorded voice memos so that I could share them with you one day. But now you’ve been spared a life on this torrid, cruel, dense earth and your soul can serve a higher purpose in the ethereal realm. Your mama Krisstal has a vivid connection with the angels and she has shown me that souls like yours—brand new beings of pure light—can do wonderful things from hidden places. And if that means you’ve been spared from suffering in the dark, heavy density of this broken world, then maybe I can find peace in that one day. One day.
You were so great. You told your mama what kinds of food you liked. You loved healthy fats and sweets and savory treats and you danced and kicked when you were excited. I would sing and play guitar for you and you would tell your mom, “my dad is music!” I could feel your joyful, boisterous, mischevious energy and I loved every moment.
Today, when I saw you, Walter, I cried tears of sadness when they should have been tears of joy. I am so sad, Walter. Sad I never got to watch you grow, train you in martial arts, teach you guitar, hike through nature together, swim down pristine rivers and watch you fall in love. You are pure love and continue to be pure love, wherever you are.
Walter the watery light warrior, you were ready to shine your light. We had the best baby shower for you and all your admirers were there celebrating and blessing you.
For the last eight and a half months, my life no longer mattered because I lived for you. Every decision I’ve made has been for you. And now that you’re gone, I’m not sure why I’m here. You would probably tell me I’m here to help, to share joy and to lessen suffering. I don’t know if I’m ready to do that without you, Walter. But I’ll try.
I have experienced loss before and so has your mother. We have seen the selfishness and cruelty of people who destroy life for their own gain. We are being attacked every day by those who never found the love that shines in you. So you will be my guiding light, my son, so I don’t end up like them. Then maybe, one day, I’ll be more like you: pure light, pure joy and pure love.
One day.
I love you, Walter David Leddy.
Infinite love,
your papa
Matthew August Leddy
watching you light up the night sky ✨
There will be a funeral service for close friends and family blessing Walter David Leddy at 11AM on Monday, October 14th, 2024, at St. Luke’s Episcopal Church in Asheville, North Carolina. In lieu of flowers, St. Luke’s will accept donations for a memorial site dedicated to sweet baby Walter. 🙏🏼
To honor his soul, we will donate baby supplies and offer emotional support to mothers and fathers in need during the recovery of Western North Carolina. We are calling this venture WALTER CARES.
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Inquiries: matthew@leddysetgo.tv
Some postcards for your Christmas stocking
‘Tis the season of giving, at least according to every corporation trying to hit their yearly financial goals… and since I cannot afford to send each and every one of you a Starbucks or Amazon or Cracker Barrel gift card this Christmas, I hope you will accept some free digital postcards from my personal photo collection. I took these photographs over the last couple of years ever since I got a digital Leica camera. It has allowed me to significantly elevate the production value of my selfies and, on occasion, even capture some gems. So, in the spirit of giving, please feel free to download these photos and save them as your computer’s wallpaper or screensaver or paint them over your neighbor’s house… what you do with them is really none of my business!
If you would like a high definition printed copy of any of my photos, feel free to reach out to me here or through Instagram.
Thanks to all of my photo models, human and animal alike… and have a very merry Christmas of 2023 as we prepare to tolerate each other for yet another wild and crazy year!
Matthew
Leddy Set Go Productions
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REPURPOSE
This blog post is a sort of sequel to my last one about editing images and sounds in harmony. In the process of repurposing old videos with new sounds, I discovered a spark of creativity that is useful in just about any endeavor. I took the old adage that “perfection is the enemy of the good” and ran with it with the impulsivity of a child. Take a look at this playlist of new “music videos” I just created.
You will probably notice familiar characters, movies and pop stars interwoven within the sonic fabric I made here. At the risk of losing any perceived mystery as an artist, I will confess my process which is obviously not entirely organic. What I mean is that I took the creative impulse and channeled it through the technology I have accessible to me on my laptop. We sometimes take for granted the incredible tools available at our fingertips, evolving exponentially day by day.
In essence, I played around with garageband software and the musical loops built within, mixed those sounds with some pop jingles, tweaking and sometimes reversing them, until I came up with something approaching electronic dance music. I have always had an aversion to making music this way, preferring instead the organic approach of “jamming” with other musicians. But what sounds great in a room does not always translate to the internet. So I took these little songs and built videos from repurposed footage around them and was pleasantly surprised by the results, especially because it took so little effort to make them sync up properly. I think it worked out because I turned off my self-critical inner voice and just experimented until it worked.
So, which came first? The music or the videos? Without a doubt, the music came first… and each track inspired the concept for its corresponding video. To my delight, the spacey sounding tune I made from a remixed Röyksopp track called “In Space” (my favorite electronic song ever) lined up perfectly with the famous “Blue Danube” scene in 2001: A Space Odyssey (my favorite space propaganda film). The string melody from the James Bond tune “You Only Live Twice”, reversed and remixed into a new song, lined up effortlessly with the trailer for the film of the same name. A house music dance track I made at 136 beats per minute (inspired by the ’90s EDM track “Sandstorm”) needed some dialogue to spice it up so I found the “choose life” scene from the Trainspotting sequel, mixed it with the opening “choose life” scene from the original movie and suddenly discovered a satisfying music video worthy of Danny Boyle’s bold cinematic vision. The other tracks incorporate deep house, industrial, latin mambo, jungle rhythms and old school hip hop to create familiar but new sounds which I complemented with images of Prince, Guns N’ Roses, Ryan Paris and the characters from The Mambo Kings. It was all pretty spontaneous but it came together easily in less than a week.
I don’t share these videos as some grand statement about my creative genius. On the contrary, these are throwaway musical experiments that seem appropriate for the endless sea of stylish internet sh*tposting. It was actually my buddy Ryan who introduced me to the vaporwave retro sounds of George Clanton who I went to see live in Appalachia. It made me realize you don’t need much to be an artist… just some accessible technology, some basic skills, some microphones and lots of creativity. That show sparked a new vision for me and helped me spawn these weird little videos.
The challenge many artists face is a question of identity and how to reach an audience, especially in the oversaturated digital world we live in where everybody is vying for attention. I suddenly had to reconcile between my various digital accounts and decide how to market myself. It used to be easier when I was a first gen facebook face and could reach out to thousands of friends and followers instantaneously. But Big Brother booted me off their platform for thought crimes, apparently, and I had to start over from scratch. Since YouTube took punitive measures to limit my reach as a content creator due to some controversial documentary videos I posted regarding the last election, I have an uphill battle to get new viewers. The internet is not a meritocracy. Any tool can be used for evil or for good… so I am taking advantage of all these tools–Instagram, Tik Tok and YouTube— and trying to use them for good. It’s not ideal but it’s pretty cool to be able to make something and share it with the world without ever leaving the house. An introvert’s dream.
If nothing else, I hope my little videos and blog posts inspire you to be impulsive, creative and artistic in every endeavor you pursue. We live in a society where people think they need permission, money, an agent, a union or a record contract to feel validated. The problem then is you are likely to sell your soul to the highest bidder and lose your integrity as a free man or woman. The technocracy is going to keep controlling the narrative… but it’s hard to control a free spirit who lives by his own rules. So keep your mind open and make cool things before you die. That’s my motto. And if you feel like your life has lost its purpose, simply take a deep breath and repurpose your life.
That’s why I called this project “Repurpose”… and, on a final note, I think I found the perfect title for my next project, which will attempt to make music in a totalitarian digital world controlled by algorithms… So, yes, you can look forward to my forthcoming album which is sure to be called “Algo-Rhythms.”
LMAO!
P.S. If you hate YouTube as much as I do, you can see all my videos (including the censored ones) without ads backed up on Odysee 🙂
moving pictures and music in harmony
Today I feel compelled to share a quick lesson on editing film footage with music. Although it may seem elementary, a simple marriage of sight and sound, it can make the difference between an awesome experience and an audience’s lackluster indifference. In the spirit of showing instead of telling, let me start by showing you my latest edit I have decided to call “batrock.”
In the video above, you will notice Chinese Batman on a snowboard in hot pursuit of Chinese Joker on skis, then a similar scenario followed by a dangerous base jump, concluded by a news report about a serious Batman going about his day, cheering people up. Essentially, I repurposed these fan-made / cosplay / extreme sports scenarios to align with a raw and original rock ‘n roll score that needed visuals. To my surprise, the footage and the music lined up very well and only required a little snipping and moving to land in the right spot. This pleased me enough to throw it up on YouTube and reminisce about some musical movie experiments I have tried before.
When I started editing video clips, it came from necessity. As an ambitious young actor with a laptop and a few video clips, I decided to cut my footage down to two minutes, add a pounding rock score and create my first show reel… back before YouTube even allowed high quality video uploads.
Having learned a thing or two about filmmaking in school, it was now time to turn theory into action by filming, editing and sometimes scoring my own movies. This soon turned into my first job as a videographer and editor for a small but enterprising theater in Los Angeles. I learned how to consolidate hours of footage into a couple of minutes and sync it with an appropriate musical score. Once I got this art down to a science, it became easier and quicker to “trim the fat” from my videos and give the audience a satisfying experience.
After that job ended, my creative work naturally gravitated towards documentaries which almost always needed musical accompaniment. A few examples:
Sometimes, however, the sounds and music can be found within a real life scene and all you need to do as an editor is find it and overlay it on top of the right visuals. Usually you can cut together all the essential clips to make your point and then find the sounds from the scene which best support those visuals. This creates a more authentic experience for the viewer by immersing them in the sights and sounds from that moment. For example:
When I got really ambitious, I created entire short films where the music was an integral part of the story. In some cases, the music was incidental but still important to set the tone and transition from one scene to the next. Some examples:
In my most extreme case, I documented a controversial historical event, set it to music and soon got kicked off of social media just for the audacity of being there. In this case, being a “citizen journalist” was no excuse for the crime of documenting reality.
There is no textbook-type lesson here, only an appeal to let your creativity, spontaneity and diligence guide you until you create something that is satisfying to watch over and over. Whether you want to make a digital scrapbook of memories, a music video, a comedy, an action-thriller movie or even a groundbreaking documentary of cultural importance, it is essential to make a harmonious marriage of sights and sounds.
I once heard somebody say that in time people will forget small details but they will always remember how you made them feel. Movies are no different. The viewer will always remember how they felt unless they were completely bored. Once you have intelligently designed your story, the quickest way to move your audience is by carefully picking film and score elements that evoke powerful feelings. No matter the genre or style, the right sights and sounds will take your idea from a theory to a memorable reality. So stop telling everyone about your genius ideas and start showing them, one video and audio clip at a time.
-Matthew
Plato’s Allegory of the American Dream
In Plato’s allegory of the cave, the captives believe only in the shadow figures projected against the wall, oblivious to the vast world beyond their sight. How are we, today, any different than those captives? For most of us, the collective illusions impressed upon our consciousness is all we know and all we care to know. But since 2020 the veil of illusion has started to lift and, for many, this has allowed us to climb out of Plato’s cave and see reality for the first time.
As I type away these radical anti-social ramblings in the seating area of a small town Safeway grocery store, the irony is not lost on me that I am a part of this inhumane society whether I like it or not. But what is so bad about being a part of society, you may ask? I wonder the same thing as I greet the young European beauty at the register, spending the best days of her youth chasing the American dream of being able to afford a bed and three meals every day, then gaining the right accreditations and debts required to be a professional in a field where her entire purpose will be to maintain the status quo… and, on her nights and weekends, maybe she can get married and, if money allows, have a child. Boomers will not understand this struggle.
So what is so bad about chasing the American dream? Given the alternatives of incarceration or death by starvation, it’s really not so bad. People seem relatively happy working their 8-hour daily shifts and hoping for that overtime bonus, oblivious to the impending financial collapse and an array of other destructive forces currently being unleashed upon our nation. In our American version of Plato’s cave, we have grit and believe we can get anywhere with enough hard work. And the government is here to help us. Everything will be alright.
My problem is that I am a hopeless idealist who has escaped the cave of illusions, at least in my mind. Doctors would probably define this state of being as “psychotic” but I prefer the term “enlightened.” Once you escape the cave, you will not immediately see the full scope of lies you have been fed since birth but you will become less attached to the illusions that used to define your personality, your fears and your passions. You may not immediately notice the color changes but you will astutely observe, “I don’t think we’re in Kansas anymore.” And that’s just the beginning of your journey down the symbolic yellow brick road.
There is nothing wrong with staying in Kansas or in Plato’s cave or in the illusion of the American dream. Many people enjoy it and it is certainly less painful than being cynical about absolutely everything. But it takes a particular delusion to believe in a society where we pay taxes thrice on every dollar we earn or spend; where millions of people who couldn’t cut it are discarded in the streets; where the food we eat slowly kills us and so do the professionals who are paid handsomely to save you; where spending the majority of your waking hours with the people you love is an impossibility. How demoralized must one be to believe in and defend those who have orchestrated such a society for our entire lives?
As the AI-powered death drones begin to pinpoint my location and target me for immediate termination due to wrongthink, I realize I don’t have very long to get my point across. So I will have to limit my metaphors and cut to the chase. You don’t really need a metaphor to observe the outrageousness of what we have come to consider normal. In the name of safety, we have given up our inalienable rights. In the name of convenience, we have given up our privacy. In the name of tolerance, we tolerate the obliteration of our family unit and, for no good reason at all, we already gave up our stewardship over the earth.
It should never have been this way. And, were it not for a well-organized infiltration of vipers, it never would have been. What we need right now, against all odds, is for men to claim their birthright and women to conspire with them to remember our destiny as God’s creatures. We are meant to build, create, love, learn, grow, invent, claim, conquer and own what is ours. To do so, there is much we need to unlearn and destroy in our minds. What we believe influences what we do and when we believe in lies we do stupid things. So, before the drones get me, I must ask: what will you believe in?… the rules of society? or the eternal flame of creation which burns in the heart of man?
In an ideal world, a world in which I am considered healthy instead of crazy, I envision families with children by the dozen who eat fresh food off the land and each build their own little kingdom without the money man to interfere with their affairs. This would be a world in which you reap the rewards of your own labor—with every room you build, every seed you plant and every child you raise. Your time would be your own, not that of some international corporation that treats you like cattle. Your choices would be your own, not dependent on some bureaucrat you have never met. While still interconnected with the lives of your neighbors, your land and your life would be sovereign. You would leave a legacy and strengthen your bloodline with each generation. I consider this a beautiful vision. The government, however, considers it lawless.
I can hear the buzzing of the drones. They are triangulating my coordinates and activating their extermination lazers. I don’t have much time to get my message across. Please, if you read this, take heed but remember this calling: you are not a victim inside a cave. You are one of God’s victorious children, here to obliterate lies and claim a life of truth. Go forth and multiply and create your own little heavenly kingdom here without asking for permission. Build your own castle upon a firm foundation and live righteously even if society falls into a hellish abyss. That is your calling, if you can read this message before Skynet consumes it forever.
The drones are closing in. It has been an honor to serve in these final moments of man’s fight for freedom.
Just remember, there’s no fate but what we make for ourselves.
blogging in a new world order
I haven’t written a blog post in quite some time. A general feeling of, “what’s the point?” combined with the existential dread of chasing cyber-windmills is not conducive to the best writing, especially in a world where everybody puts their best fake face forward to give more data to our technocratic overlords. I wish I were joking. But even in a dystopian world where nothing really makes sense, the creative spark of humanity lives on. The greatest artists often lived through troubled times.
The trouble with our world is that the loudest voices and the most prominent ideas are well-funded while the rest of the crowd keeps the machinery lubed up and running. While the internet gives us an illusion of an even, meritocratic playing field, we are no different than lab rats given a variety of stimuli. In that sense, we are part of the largest lab tests ever conducted, where information, medicine, and the entire machine work together to sustain this parasitic society. Although society has its perks, being a part of it necessarily means enslaving yourself to its demands and its rules. I will elaborate.
I often thought that as I developed my skills, the quality of my work would be recognized accordingly. It’s no surprise that big tech rewards “useful” voices and not those who contradict their agendas. So when I shared my documentary work covering the “insurrection” I saw first-hand how the technocracy squashes dissenting facts and opinions and ultimately erases history, just as they erased my films from YouTube, as if to invalidate my value and experience as a “citizen journalist”. I saw how sensationalist propaganda made people mean and incapable of critical thought. By the end of 2022, I saw how society had been fragmented into pieces where nobody had a firm grasp on reality anymore, only clinging to illusions they were fed in the meta-matrix.
By being in this societal matrix, you agree to all the offers put in front of you: rental contracts, purchase contracts, lease agreements, life insurance, death insurance, terms and conditions, legal policies, credit, monthly payments, taxes, little personal time, little family time, no family at all, being a wage slave, running on your hamster wheel, consuming poison, learning nothing, death and repetition for all eternity. That’s what you agree to do to to be a full member of this beast system.
I don’t have an easy escape from the system. But I know being a part of it is optional. Our world is based on natural laws and principles that can be learned and shared offline for many generations to come. Your home is still your home and you can instill values in your children that will let them live freely no matter what chaos is happening in the world. The powers that be want to destroy the uniqueness of each individual in favor of a Borg-like army of hive-minded drones. But God did not design us that way. We were designed to break free from our shackles and create something new.
When I was censored and removed from various platforms just for sharing my uninfringed creative voice, it was hurtful but not all that surprising. It gave me permission to enjoy anonymity and see the world beyond the black mirror. It validated my work as something counter-cultural or at least counter-tyrannical.
Two years since that cold January day, many of the people’s concerns about tyranny have become manifest. I have had to take a step back and watch it all unfold while figuring out how to survive in these strange times. Only a year ago, my rights as a living being were being denied in the name of a highly suspicious health claim. In my eyes, that entire medical behemoth has come crashing down and we are now preparing to see the financial system and every corrupt institution collapse with it. Yet, somehow, this is not considered polite conversation at Thanksgiving or Christmas, where, if you’re allowed to attend sans injection, you will likely hear complaints that your yearly gratitude death-bird cost three times more than usual without questioning the root causes or wondering why we feed off of death in the first place. But I digress.
This world has only become stranger over the years. And the events we see before us shine light on all the lies and fabrications man has built to keep us hypnotized. I don’t know if there is an easy escape. But I know that animals don’t need to go to school and get into debt and cook their food in order to live, procreate and be happy. We have built so many tools that now we depend on them to survive inside our quickly withering gilded cages. Our survival skills have barely survived. So that’s my only lesson, if there is one to be found here. Minimize your dependence. Kill your techno-darlings. Live in the spirit of the Creator instead of all the millions of mind-tricks crafted by the devil.
If we expect to see righteousness thrive in this realm, we need to start living it and experiencing it every day as the sovereign beings we were designed to be. That’s my agenda and I’m sticking to it until the day they terminate me.
the blackest pill
weighing our options in a post-truth world
There exist at this juncture at least two distinct possibilities about where our world is heading: either to heaven or to hell. I have discussed in previous editorials how there is likely a plan, a hand of God and righteous men guiding key world events in order to bring us into a golden new age. On the flip side, I have also written about the evil New World Order plans that have been well documented by whistleblowers and renegade journalists. Let us examine these two possibilities in an impartial, logical manner.
My interest in this subject reached a boil in the couple of years leading up to the “pandemic.” The secrets of the elite were being exposed through Wikileaks and other sources while Trump came into office as an iconoclast looking to root out the “deep state,” whatever that meant. At work, my friend talked about who might be in the illuminati, whether in Hollywood, politics or big business. None of that mattered a great deal to me. What I cared about was movies. Films, even. Learning from the masters of cinema, the greats. Kubrick. And that’s when I started to see it: the symbolism. That’s when I started to realize there really was an ancient and evil force controlling almost everything we experience.
One rabbit trail leads to another and pretty soon the mysterious can become overwhelming. Knowing the deeper truths—and fictions—about our reality can test one’s faith in our future. Are we destined to thrive or become cat food? Will free will trump tyranny? Does good beat evil in the end?
Needless to say, I had a lot of strong theories about what was going on as the pandemic swept the world in a spiral of senselessness, fear and confusion. But rational conversations became impossible as people took the news as gospel and became very defensive when challenged. That’s why blogging is so nice. There is nobody to contradict you or call you names.
In a nutshell, the theories in 2020 are the same as the ones in 2021, only the stakes have gotten much higher. We can see a fake new president and a fake administration defending their fake victory while a vaccine that isn’t really a vaccine and mutates your genes is being actively pushed on the population, leading to a social credit system that is ready to roll out. Objective truth is a thing of the past, as we are forced to wear useless masks to participate in commerce. Soon, you will need to be injected with this suspicious substance in order to continue participating in society. It’s a global satanic initiation ritual and you cannot prove me wrong. Worst of all, people who have received the jab likely have a nano-bot or some sort of life form inside their body which could very likely grow and multiply and attack the host in a matter of months, leading to a zombie apocalypse as Hollywood has predicted so many times. When the former chief scientist of Pfizer predicts the same thing, that is disconcerting. All of this lines up with the evil NWO agenda and it’s the stuff of nightmares.
The flip-side theory lines up with those kooky Q-anon philosophers and devolution bloggers who believe this will all lead to justice, truth, peace and harmony once we have weathered this storm. We needed to see it to believe it, they say. The military is the only way out. Patriots are in control. We have caught them all and arrests will be made. I certainly like this theory better!
on April 25, 2020, calling for novel coronavirus restrictions to be lifted so that people can get back to work.
(Photo by Alex Milan Tracy/Sipa USA)(Sipa via AP Images)
So is Trump an angel of God’s army? Or a deceiver working for Lucifer? If you are chuckling then you must be new to rabbit holes. There is certainly good and evil fighting for world domination, just as there is magic, both black and white, looking to shift our collective consciousness. If this jab is the evil elite’s endgame for us stupid peasants, then it is possible they have already won and death is only a matter of time. If the goal is to restore our republic and free mankind, then there is enough evidence available now to bring about justice and truth. Trump says we ought to have our freedoms but he also takes credit for creating these marvelous vaccines. What an enigma.
I only fear that letting the truth out of the bottle is not enough. These evil sorcerers believe in God’s laws but think they can escape their rightful karma by exposing themselves and their agenda. The revelation of the method—Q, Trump, devolution—could simply be part of their grand plan. They want to bring in a new version of an ancient Luciferian religion. They want to play god and defy mother nature. They want to have their cake and eat it too.
Faith over fear. That’s what people with hope say. And they are right. Even if we are doomed, why worry about it? The Serenity Prayer asks God for the courage to change the things we can. So perhaps we should focus on that even as a dystopian world is revealed before us. Faith allows us to see possibilities instead of limitations.
Whatever the truth is, it takes time. History takes time. Wars take many years to pass and hindsight is shaped by the winners. There are so many lies we have lived with as if they were truth. I would love to live in a world where truth is fundamental and mankind is free. Since my logician skills are better than my psychic skills, I figured I would offer these two sides of the End Times theory coin and hope it lands right side up. On the side of liberty.
In no rush to die,
Matthew August Leddy
Hey Lefties: It’s Not Me; It’s You.
or “I Haven’t Changed; You Have. My Break-up Letter To The Left.”
Warning: my opinions are controversial and often unpopular albeit correct.
I’m talking to you, lefties.
I used to pride myself on my leftiness. I would pat myself on the back for caring about the disenfranchised, hating oppression and demanding equality. Somehow the same people who espoused those values have now become full-blown communists and they don’t even realize it. Hey, lefties: I haven’t changed; you have.
The goal of activism, I always thought, was to create policies that reflected our values, which meant gaining public support for a cause and pressuring leaders to represent us. It was rare to find a politician who genuinely sided with “the people” while staying faithful to the tenets of the USA, the constitution and the bill of rights. (Note to the left: the constitution and the bill of rights were documents created during the founding of our nation to protect us from tyranny. Tyranny is that thing you support right now because there’s a cold going around).
Between 2015 and 2021, however, I saw leftist activists disintegrate, by design, from good-hearted champions of the underdog to unhinged Bolshevik revolutionaries and if you know history you know that’s not a compliment. I saw BLM hijack a scheduled Bernie Sanders speech in Seattle to make their case to the public, a case that had merit at first but quickly devolved, along with Anti-Fa, into a violent, “de-centralized” movement intent on holding the country hostage over its impossible political demands. These popular movements taught me a couple things, namely that you cannot reason with a mob and “when you’re a hammer everything looks like a nail”… a white, male and very racist nail. Galvanized by outrage porn, well-meaning lefties went along with it, oblivious to how propaganda can destabilize a nation via mind-control. These movements, funded by nefarious elites, were made a pop sensation by woke corporations who normalized indoctrination. Before long, everyone was woke but very few were awake.
Needless to say, a SJW I am not. But I never called myself a patriot, either. I grew up in the W. Bush era when “Patriot Act” meant mass surveillance and patriotism was used as a veil to cover up our heinous crimes against humanity in other countries with the sad excuse of fighting terrorism. I started to realize we’d been sold a bill of goods by a corrupt right wing administration and being a lefty seemed like the only sane answer. Obama proved that theory wrong. He just added some pizzazz to the criminal status quo.
Today, many lefties are literally championing mandatory injections of an experimental substance that modifies your genes, “vaccine” passports and the complete eradication of individual freedom, privacy and sovereignty. From what I have gleaned through social media and California conversations, they lap it all up without a critical thought or a hint of historical awareness. What a difference a few years can make. It’s enough to make George Orwell and Aldous Huxley facepalm. Even the slightest skepticism would lead you to the undeniable fact that the people who want you jabbed and muzzled are demons who should never be allowed to force health decisions on you and should certainly not be trusted. Yet I see so many on the left–with few exceptions–who blindly offer that sacred trust, ignoring every red flag along the way.
Oddly enough, I have to thank the dark leftist political machine for showing me the light. Before the 2016 election, I still had the idealistic notion that we could create systemic change through activism, voting and being good citizens. (Cue: loud, cackling laughter.)
This nice old Jewish man named Bernie Sanders came along and he appeared to have all the right bona fides we would want: a lifelong activist for the working man, independent, disliked by the establishment and a champion of policies that could theoretically help all non-rich people. His dream sounded great but we would never see it become reality since the Borg came along and assimilated Bernie into its machinery. They manipulated him and his message. That’s how Bernie went from raging against the machine to raging on its behalf. Either that or he was a deep state sleeper agent from the start.
That experience, where I poured sweat and tears into the hope for a better tomorrow, “a future to believe in”, ended in disappointment and the coronation of the most vile candidate ever; a fat, arrogant, rude and deadly hypocrite. I’m referring, of course, to Hillary Clinton.
(It’s funny because you thought I was going to say Trump and you were fine with that description. Gotcha!)
Yes, the selection was in for HRC, the deep state’s most despicable—you could even say deplorable—woman, accused of terrible crimes, decades of corruption and an ever-growing body count left in her wake. They expected us to ignore the rampant election fraud during that primary and bow down to this demon woman even as she laughed off the WikiLeaks that exposed her crimes while the FBI did damage control. At this point, my hopes were shattered and I gave up on politics. My only consolation was exposing the deceivers and arguing with fools online. I do not recommend this as a recipe for great mental health.
And then Trump won. I was quite agnostic about him. He shared Bernie’s anti-establishment populist New York “F U” sort of attitude but from the opposite side of the coin, the side that loves capitalism and thinks we should ALL be in the one percent. (Cue: roaring laughter at my great joke.)
Long story short about Trump: I didn’t adore the man but I was relieved and humored when he won. The election fraud karma of the primaries had come back to bite the Dems in the butt. It was poetic justice for all the people I had grown to hate. I saw the media and every corrupt politician rail against The Donald and that was enough to give the guy some credit. Despite all his faults, he was a fighter and an outlier with a bold nationalist vision for America. He had beat the dreaded globalist machine and the machine threw a great conniption fit. They accused him of being the worst monster ever to walk the face of the Earth with scarce evidence to back it up. I still thought he might be illuminati but I was amused.
Throughout Trump’s presidency, the leftist machine abandoned practical policy arguments in favor of full-time TDS (Trump Derangement Syndrome), identity politics, racism against white people, decimation of the English language, pushing for children to question their sexual orientation and their gender and all sorts of other stupid stuff. With the help of Hollywood, they endorsed a godless culture that would make Babylon blush all the while subversively demonizing American virtues of family, faith and national pride.
Needless to say, I was out. Whatever had drawn me into Bernie’s message of love and hope for our fellow man had devolved into a senseless Luciferian nightmare of the mind. In short, Bernie became a meme.
And that’s when the plandemic hit.
Whatever shenanigans the left had played before were now fully weaponized. We were suddenly at war with an invisible enemy. But it wasn’t really against a virus. It was against information intended to deceive and enslave. It was the full machine, fully exposed, fully weaponized and fully jumping the shark. The Great Awakening of 2020 through 2021 has so far revealed the evil lengths to which they will go to take your mind, your identity and your freedom. It has revealed who works for the dark and who works for the light. It’s been quite educational, really.
A year ago I could forgive people for not seeing through all the smoke and mirrors. But if you are still slumbering now then it’s almost too late. I’m only picking on the left as a group because they were supposed to be the good guys fighting to protect the little guy from injustice and abuse. Now, in this upside down world, the left can best be described as a “captured operation” working in lock-step with their party, the media, Big Tech, Big Pharma scientism and major corporations to end freedom in the USA. Where did they go astray? The true sin of individual lefties is simply going along with every agenda thrown their way without the principles or critical thinking or courage to say no. “No, you will not deprive me of my rights. No, you will not censor those who challenge you. No, you will not steal our freedom.” See, it’s not that hard.
To me, what has happened to the left is just proof that any organization, any movement and any entity can be controlled and corrupted if they don’t watch out. The result is that now the mind of America is fractured and everybody has somebody to blame and it’s usually the wrong party. I’ve been called all sorts of names simply for not going along with propaganda. I’ve witnessed the damage that lies can do to a mind. I’ve seen leftist friends become radicalized by NPR (!) and say unironically they can’t wait to go shoot Republicans. One stranger called me a “whack-ass colonizer” in the comment section of a flag-burning video just for, you know, discouraging flag-burning! Another stranger online called for my death simply because I’m white. That’s how bad the mind-control has gotten in the so-called party of co-existence and tolerance. And it honestly just makes me feel sad and old. Remember respectful disagreements, kids? Seems like some people who want to smash the patriarchy could have really used a bit more patriarchy growing up. Sheesh.
In conclusion, I didn’t leave the left. The left left me. Gun to my head, I will say I am independent and I love liberty because everything else we hold dear depends on it. Whoever fights for liberty balanced with practicality in good faith earns my vote. But first, we must fix the vote. We must expose the lies and reveal the truth. And once that is done, once this disaster of a Democrat puppet president and his faux-administration is lawfully kicked to the curb, we will see if Trump is the righteous man he claims to be. Can he really help save America? If the devolution rumors are true, I believe there will be a turn of events that will allow for him—backed by the best military in the world and good ol’ fashioned American values— to bring all of us together again after witnessing this horror show of American communism made in China. There must be a plan because right now we are seeing just how sinister this deep state machine really is. Perhaps we are that plan.
Today’s youth needs to see what many foreigners who fled communism already know: that this ends either in the gulag or in a victorious fight for freedom. Once the deep state boot tries to squash your sovereignty, then and only then will you grow a backbone, stand for your rights and appreciate the American values you took for granted. Then and only then will we regain a sense of true patriotism for the “land of the free.” Then and only then will we demand a new government beholden to the people and our inalienable rights without divisive lies and propaganda and intrusion. And without six dollar gas!
Once we weather this storm, there will be a new left. And a new right. There will be accountability. Those founding documents still work. And the founding fathers were pretty smart, even if they were white men. By living today, no matter your color or creed, you can be a founding papa or mama of a new and improved USA (or wherever you live) simply by doing something. Get a grip on reality and fight peacefully and patriotically for the rights they are trying to steal from you. This is not a drill! If you have a pulse, you should sense by now that this is an extraordinary time to be awake and alive. This Great Awakening should reveal that our collective future is at stake and your mind is ground zero. If we calibrate our moral compass, right this ship and sail righteously toward truth and liberty, we can really make America great again… like, greater than your wildest dreams.
Fingers crossed.
Otherwise, I’ll see you at the gulag.
Sincerely,
Matthew August
“whack-ass colonizer”
instagram: @ MatthewAugustWrites
CNN’s Nine Eleven on VHS
I wrote this piece six months ago and for today’s 20th anniversary of 9/11/2001 I have added a brief but important postlude.
On a fall morning in Florida during my junior year of high school, around my third period American History class with Mr. Ratner, something happened. Something newsworthy. Something world-altering. On a positive side, we got to ditch school early. That might be the only positive side.
The morning was September 11th, 2001. Being in Miami, I was pretty safe. But we had no idea what was going on except for the pieces of the puzzle crashing into our eyes and ears through the TV and the radio. They actually rolled out one of those big old televisions that schools have used since the ‘80s so substitute teachers could play a science documentary or something. Except, this time, we were watching grainy footage of planes crashing into the World Trade towers in New York City.
By the time my mom picked me up from school and quarantined me in the living room, I felt a strange numbness to it all. It was exciting. But people were dying. It was unusual. It was horrible. None of it made sense. I just remember thinking, “I hope this doesn’t mean I have to go to war.”
As I scrolled through the TV channels, it was all so surreal. Every channel except for the ones playing infomercials and kids’ programming were covering the tragedy. I knew how to record television using our VHS player, so that’s exactly what I did. I left it on CNN until the tape ran out. Two hours of a strange movie playing out in real time.
The story started to form: a terrible thing happened. It was intentional. It was national. It was coordinated. It was terrorists. Foreign terrorists. Islamic terrorists. So it was international. We are not safe. We’ve got to do something. We will do anything. We will even give up our rights!
I think you see where this story is going because you probably also lived through it. You probably have your own vivid story to tell. Because how could you forget?
We did go to war. Thankfully, there was no draft forcing me to join. But I feel for those who did serve and for all the lives lost because of that terrible day.
Years later I would see a viral conspiracy video about September 11th. It blew my mind and made me look at the world differently. I would eventually befriend the filmmakers and collaborate with them on several projects. Just one of those weird things, I guess.
Now that we are approaching the 20th anniversary of 9/11 while living through an entirely different sort of collective trauma, each person reading this will have their own ideas about what the heck is actually going on, just as you have your own ideas about what happened twenty years ago.
I will simply leave you with this: as hindsight shaped your view of what happened twenty years ago, how do you think hindsight will shape your view of what’s happening today? Only time will tell, I suppose.
I found that VHS tape. It’s probably a good time to share it with you, so we can learn a thing or two from history.
Never forget.
God bless 🇺🇸
Here’s a playlist with the trailer followed by the two-hour tape:
https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLR9VBFMSEe8yw7SRiheFl-GLqJbZWs_Lu
Postlude: Since I wrote this blog last March, the world has become fully dystopian. Some people call it the Book of Revelation or the End Times. Some call it the Great Awakening. Whatever you call it, I’m quite certain your world has shifted dramatically during Covid and the new Biden administration. Perhaps you have opened your eyes to the dark reality that those who promise to protect us may be–in a word–evil. Perhaps you have started to question the official narratives told by the news, history and our most sacred institutions. Just as 9/11 exposed evil, the last 18 months revealed the truth despite all the lies. And truth has a certain staying power once you see it with your own eyes. It can be hidden, propagandized, CGI’d or deep-faked but, eventually, the truth comes out and cannot be denied. With the spirit of truth, remembrance and overdue justice, I share the below video for you to observe, question and seek answers. The answers will arrive sooner than you think.
Matthew August Leddy
@leddysetgo
9/11/2021
The Devil in DC: An Eyewitness Epilogue
all my DC reporting here!
As the devil’s advocate, it’s my job to search for controversy. On January 6th, 2021 in Washington, D.C., I certainly found it. What started as an innocent documentary project quickly turned into the biggest story in the world, one that will shape history and the future of our republic, if it stands.
After a seven hour drive to Capitol Hill, I got some footage at the Lincoln Memorial and checked in to a snug AirBnB where I met a few others who were in town to witness the same event: the Save America March and Rally hosted by President Donald J. Trump. One of the guys, an older Filipino gentleman, will turn out to be significant later in our tale. So remember him.
By 8AM the following frigid morning, I was already at the Washington Monument, filming the scores of dedicated Trump fans who had come from across the land…
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