I Was Banned From Century Club For Defending J. K. Rowling

And it was worth it!

Anthony Mountjoy
Jun 8 · 4 min read
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I think it’s clear where the real hate is coming from at this point.

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It all starts with a simple metaphor charm. A tongue in cheek way of saying reread Harry Potter to remind yourselves what side you should be on. Will you join Rowling’s Army?

You want a medal?

Sure would be cool if people were willing to debate me once in while on some controversial issues, but I’m such a stoic, unyielding, unemotional robot that no one wants to play with me. I demand fairness in a game dominated by baseless accusations and smears. Don’t expect me to help you if you won’t even let me discuss it.

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Got kicked out of the Top sub for having too much fun. The so called Reddit elite do not like my kind. lol.
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Are we starting to see the problem with one small group of socialists running all the top subs on Reddit, yet?
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— just as a human being, I feel compelled to say something at this moment. Transgender women are women. Any statement to the contrary erases the identity and dignity of transgender people —

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You weren’t banned for defending her, you were banned for being an outright and unabashed hateful transphobe in the comments. Fully deserved and obviously expected.

People used to like me back in the 90s when I had long blonde hair, a nice smile and willingness to listen. Before I grew honest and distrustful of other peoples’ motives. That happens when you’ve been betrayed a few times… lost a few things that really mattered to you. You stop pretending.

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Why can’t you just love all women, including trans women? It’s not a competition.

You go about your day just being yourself and realize that nobody likes who you really are. They only liked the version you created for them. The one that agrees with them all the time and finds the same things funny.

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Not even mods are safe from the cancel culture cultists.

You should probably just stop commenting. You’re not making yourself look any better.

Soon you’re shunned. Pushed out of all the places you’ve grown familiar with. Oh you could go back… put on the mask, mea culpa, pretend again but why bother? Better to be alone and honest than popular and a fraud.

Yeah, it’s all a huge conspiracy, not like they agree that you’re a piece of shit. Glad you’re gone.

The world is screaming for acceptance but it settles for conformity. I’ve lost all sense of companionship all desire for conversation. Too disappointed, too many times.

You should probably see a psychologist.

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There isn’t anything you can say to change my mind now except I love you and no one ever says that to me anymore so I know you don’t. Even the words are hollow now. I’m inhuman. Broken and repaired so many times I barely function.

Nobody needs to give TERFs the time of day. Fuck off.

So why am I smiling? Because I’m happy this way. I don’t enjoy the company of others. Prefer the solitude of my studio. I don’t like hurting people with my ideas yet I’m compelled to express them. Better to stay away and unfollow. There is nothing for you here but pain.

No one wants to debate you here. Go away.

As you wish. I don’t exist.

Cancelled.

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Va va voom!

Verboten Publishing

And, midst the noise of this Great World are feeble cries…

Anthony Mountjoy

Written by

Verboten | editor@verboten.ca | When I fight I fight to win. When I sleep I dream of battle. When I wake the world welcomes me in a celebration of white light.

Verboten Publishing

And, midst the noise of this Great World are feeble cries for help; My ear shall practice to hear such calls, my hands shall train to lift the fallen. - Col. Wm. C. Hunter, Dollars and Sense, 1906

Anthony Mountjoy

Written by

Verboten | editor@verboten.ca | When I fight I fight to win. When I sleep I dream of battle. When I wake the world welcomes me in a celebration of white light.

Verboten Publishing

And, midst the noise of this Great World are feeble cries for help; My ear shall practice to hear such calls, my hands shall train to lift the fallen. - Col. Wm. C. Hunter, Dollars and Sense, 1906

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