The Cameltoe, REVEALED! [Dun dun duuuuun!]

It seems that the idiot blogger I've posted a few times about lately has pissed someone off and had his name dropped onto the Internet.

Yes friends, Camestros Felpatron in Real Life is actually....

... some guy. Maybe. I'm not going to link to it, because I don't care. Google it if you want to know. Its another piece of random FarceBook drama, and I do not FarceBook. (If Big Brother wants all my data, he'll have to work a little. I'm not going to type it all in myself.)

But it brings up something important. Lots of people say that if you can't put your name to something you say, you should shut up.

Well, being the shadowy figure that I am, I disagree. When you are anonymous, you can say things that other people would normally use against you  in Real Life.

Such as, your real opinion about the latest Star Wars movie. What you think of guns. Who you voted for. What's your take on pronouns.

All that stuff is like touching the third rail in the subway these days. If I'm The Phantom, I get to have a cost-free opinion, meaning I get to say what I truly think. If I have to be Mr. Real Me of RealStreet in Realville, I get to shut up. Unless I am unassailably wealthy, socially untouchable and morally perfect, I will be set upon by the ravening horde for voicing an improper opinion. Having an opinion will cost me time, money and social standing.

This is why we have secret ballots in our democracy. So people can vote for the unpopular candidate and not get their house burnt down. That used to happen.

So, all you Sad Puppies out there, lay off the doxxing. Let the friggin' Lefties do that stuff. That's their wheelhouse.

The Anonymous Phantom