Man, am I tired of my username. I wish I could switch it as often as I move. "Jones" was meant to be as common and bland as "Coyote". Like the name Smith.
I was doing reasonably well until I had to call out a prominent leftist journalist for gaslighting me. I wrote a long email. I tore her a new one. Owning her, as she would phrase it. She deserved it: she's always defended my harassers, who are vindictive cybercriminals. "If you respond to this email, I won't read it. Fuck around and end up in Trash." I chose to name her an epithet that I can't post here. I didn't read the response she sent.
Well. Someone hacked that email address the next day and deleted everything except for 24 messages. I sent the screenshot to Kisota. I ranted to Kisota. It's novella-length and it's not about happy stuff. I've been bullied a LOT by fellow adults.
I caught these script kiddies in the process of deleting my university emails. I reset my modem and router. I'll have to use DBAN to write zeroes over my hard drive data and then reinstall the operating system and then take a few courses in network administration so that I can catch intrusion attempts. Not to find their IDs, of course, because that's beyond my capabilities; but to prove that an attempt was made to hack my machine.
They've violated my privacy so deeply over the last decade. These nihilistic shithead edgelords and their leader "weev", who is a neo-Nazi. I'm writing about all of it. And then I'm reporting it to the FBI. I don't bow to anyone, let alone these criminal dweebs who only threw me under the bus as a distraction because they were the laughingstock of the internet.