Once upon a time, back in 2010, I created my second Twitter account. It was an anonymous account. I had created it so that I could troll SJW’s and keep my “left minded” friends and co-workers in the dark as to what I was doing and what I was really about.
Even this blog, when I very first started it back in late 2016 was anonymous. My journey of going through the Red Pill was mine and mine alone.
There is something freeing and something lovely and secret about being anonymous. Mind you, I don’t believe that we are “truly” anonymous on the internet. I’m sure that there may be ways to achieve that level of anonymity, but for trolling purposes and just generally being able to say what you want to say without fear of job, friends and family repercussion, the type of anonymity we seek is mostly attainable.
It’s freeing to be able to say what you want and not get doxxed or have some sort of backlash from nutjobs. It’s freeing to be a nasty prick sometimes.
Sometimes we have to choose anonymity because of our jobs and livelihoods. I know part of my being anonymous in the beginning was because of my work in the armored car biz. Even now that it’s been several years since I’ve been in that industry, there are still things that I cannot and will not talk about. Not because it would jeopardize me in any real way, but because it would jeopardize those men and women that are still in that profession doing that work.
Sometimes we choose anonymity because saying certain things is not only considered offensive, but it can be criminal. Not everyone in the world has the freedom of speech that we currently enjoy in the United States. I wouldn’t want to go to jail because I said that there are only two genders. In this case, I don’t really think we choose anonymity so much, it’s that we have to be anonymous.
I can think of several examples of living human beings that are anonymous on Twitter because of that very reason. These men and women would go to prison for speaking their minds.
Sometimes we choose anonymity because the message is more important than the messenger. Right now “personal branding” is all the rage. Nothing wrong with that. But it’s also a way to create a cult of personality. The messenger becomes more important than the message. The messenger becomes the message. Nothing wrong with that either, really. Except that sometimes the original message becomes lost in all the hype. Egos inflate and get in the way. God complexes develop, and it goes on from there. Being anonymous keeps it about the message. There is no real cult of personality because no one knows who you truly are.
There’s a lot of buzzwords on the internet right now, and one of them is “Skin in the Game.” A lot of guys are throwing those words around, talking about having something at stake. If you want to get ahead, if you want to be successful, if you want to have people take you seriously, you need to have “skin in the game.”
One of the ways to do that is to NOT be anonymous. I agree with that for the most part. That’s one of the reasons I decided to change my user name and throw my actual picture up on Twitter. Same for why I changed things up here on this blog. I want people to take me seriously. I want them to be able to actually connect with me. It’s easier to connect with people when they have an idea of who you actually are versus some anime avatar as your picture.
I’ve seen guys “come out” so to speak, and good for them. It’s actually nice to be able to put a name and a face to the words that they put out. I’ve also seen guys who had to go from being “out there,” go to being anonymous. They had their reasons and definitely don’t need to justify it to me. Sometimes their work required it. I get that. Sometimes they had other reasons. To each their own. I’m just glad that they are still out there. I’m glad that I’m still able to interact with them. I still recognize their thoughts and their minds through their writing style and their language.
A lot of guys give flack to anonymous accounts, saying that those accounts, the people behind them, don’t have “skin in the game.” They have a point to a certain degree. I can see where they are coming from.
I can also see where the anonymous person is coming from as well.
In my own opinion, I don’t have a problem with anonymous accounts. You do you. Sometimes they are necessary.
I stop and think sometimes, would I know what I know about the Red Pill if Rollo Tomassi hadn’t written what he did? Would that information have gotten into my hands if he had chose to not be anonymous? Would I have received the message that I needed?
Probably not. Most likely not.
And if that is the case, would I still be here today? Would I still be alive? Or would have I killed myself like I was planning on doing?
Whether I ever get to know his real name or not, I’m eternally grateful for what Rollo has written. It’s not about the man for me on this one. It’s about the message.