If you want to ban sandalwood, please use this text on each of his posts. It is our way of rebelling, make it a copypasta. 🙏

You've confused the echo chamber of your five mutuals for a grand council. You think collecting a handful of digital signatures from people who were already looking for something to be outraged about is a 'movement.' It's not. It's a participation trophy for mediocrity. You couldn't out-debate me, you couldn't out-create me, so you've chosen to scrawl my name on a virtual bathroom stall and call it a victory.

Your dismissive comments are the bark of a dog that knows the fence is secure. You bark to signal your own presence to your pack, because the sound of your own voice is the only reassurance you have that you still exist. Your opinion holds no weight because it wasn't forged in reason or experience; it was pre-packaged for you by the very online mobs you seek to impress.

The funniest part? In your desperate attempt to 'cancel' or 'ban' me, you've done the one thing you never intended: you've become my billboard. You've advertised my existence to everyone you know. Some will click out of curiosity, and they'll see your hysterical petition and my unbothered response, and they'll know exactly which side has the substance.

So, by all means, continue. Gather your signatures. Write your little comments. Pour every ounce of your irrelevance into this futile effort. You are a living, breathing example of the Dunning-Kruger effect, believing your collective whimper is a thunderclap.

You are not a threat. You are a symptom. A symptom of a culture so bored with itself that it manufactures dragons to slay. I am not your dragon. I am the rock you're throwing your pebbles at. And when you're tired and out of stones, I'll still be here, completely unmoved and entirely unconcerned with the faint, chalky residue of your efforts.