When Censorship Backfires 💥
The truth spreads slowly
What’s up man.
As you may recall, my murdered mother’s funeral was something of an epic trailer trash disaster. Soon you guys will see the ultimate body cam footage of this (finally).
Previously I published a short clip of the church incident where a woman began yelling at my wife and baby daughter. She was swiftly escorted out of the building by the funeral director and uniformed law enforcement (who have been trying to walk that back ever since).
This nasty jezebel became irate when she learned I was going to give a eulogy, with the blessing of the church itself to go ahead with it. God forbid the eldest son of a murdered mother read a eulogy at church during her funeral mass.
That eulogy ended up being one of the most banned, bloodied, and censored eulogies any son has ever tried to read at his own mother’s funeral. I mean that literally in that I left my mother’s final burial with my family and I covered in blood. I wish I was kidding or that was dark humor of some sort.
I have since published the eulogy here back in September.
In the end I was only able to read about the first 40% of it at the final stage of my mom’s funeral, before the same nasty jezebel woman began screaming again, for the second time that day, disturbing the entire event.
Instead of her being removed by law enforcement (again) I was instead attacked by cops, standing still, in the middle of read the eulogy speech. I never got to finish it.
The great irony now is, had my sisters and other funeral attendees remained polite, orderly, and respectful, the eulogy would have never received the attention it’s getting now.
A few dozen people would have heard it live in church (or later at the cemetery), a couple thousand of you my loyal cult followers would have read it here on The Dream Lounge, and that would basically be the end of it.
Instead it had to be this big fucking epic disaster of trailer trash flailing around in the humid swamp heat of Florida.
And now…
Almost 1 million people have read the eulogy in just the past 24 hours.
One.
Fucking.
Million.
And more to come.
This is just in the first 25 hours.
All I did was repost the eulogy in full to my Facebook timeline with some basic commentary at the start.
It’s a powerful eulogy that I’m very proud of. It was extremely difficult and intense to write. To find the right tone, and address serious issues like murder and domestic violence in just the right style and depth.
I wrote it the day before the funeral in one sitting, in tears, alone. Took about two hours start to finish, taking my time.
The outcome was the best I could do under impossible circumstances, knowing the truth about my family history, and how long the violence had been going on.
My hope is that the eulogy actually makes an impact in ending the silence of domestic violence.
DV is very fucking nasty stuff, and I’m not convinced that political change is going to move the needle. What you need is to strike the fundamental root of the issue, which is the intense social silence that surrounds domestic abuse.
In other words you need real and authentic social change. You need people like me speaking up, screaming the truth at the top of their lungs if necessary, but in polite and professional terms as available.
That’s the balance I was able to strike in my eulogy.
Warmth. Love. Authenticity. Rawness. Extreme courage.
Most of my family - even my extended family - hate my guts now for telling the truth about my family. That’s how disgustingly irrational domestic violence makes people. You will be hated not for lying, but for having the balls to tell the truth - even in the most polite terms possible.
Domestic violence can drive entire family trees to absolute madness.
I am uniquely positioned as an apex alpha male and survivor of the manosphere wars to be a domestic violence advocate in this way. Thousands or millions of people - often feminists and vichy males but not always - hate me all the time.
The media hates me. Social media goo roos hate me. Beta males hate me. Fat women hate me. Lots and lots of flavorful people hate me from all across the rainbow and political spectrum.
And yet I persist.
I keep speaking. I keep writing. I keep telling the truth. It drives everyone nuts. I laugh or ignore them.
Then usually I am vindicated later on.
The comments on this one are unusually positive too. That’s nice for a change. It feels weird not to be hated and reviled for a moment.
Lots of abused women are thankful that a young man has the audacity to tell the truth about and avenge his own mother.
I think in the end I will be the ultimate oddity to a lot of these people. Public enemy #1 of feminism, yet admired by millions of women in a very sincere way for speaking out against domestic violence that women, men, and children suffer.
/s/ Anthony Dream Johnson
P.S.
If you want to help the eulogy gain more traction on Facebook you can leave a comment on it or share it. Both help.