Hit and Sunk

Oops!…I did it again.

I’ve just torpedoed countless more hours of work on my video adaptations, which had been approved by their author (a total of seven, plus their English versions—dubbed, not just subtitled). Blimey! What on earth got into me, huh?

As I explained during my previous cleansing purge six months ago, once again, no one asked me to clear anything out. This decision had been brewing for quite some time. To stay true to my principles.

I did not remove this content because it no longer resonated with me. Nor because the author wanted to introduce new, unacceptable conditions. None of that. I removed it because I refuse to become collateral damage and, above all, to bear responsibility for it.

Kapos vs. Captain Forsaken

Indeed, my association with this author, who has been accused of plagiarism (whether this is justified or not is not for me to judge), has caused considerable harm to my work, including abusive reports on social media, which led to my content being made invisible and prevented me from reposting for several months. I even received comments on my blog accusing me of stealing content that I had been authorised to repost and had duly credited. The famous principles of supraconscious love and intelligence in action.

But algorithms don't give a damn. In such unfair situations, a long-standing account is immediately shadow-banned, without any checks, whilst newer accounts, with greater visibility or more traffic, slip through the net without any restrictions. That’s how social media works. The content itself is irrelevant: platforms protect those who generate revenue for them, not those who follow the rules—the aforementioned collateral damage.

And that’s not the end of it. As recently explained on my main page in French, out of the 200 or so people who currently follow me on Facebook, only 5% ever see my posts or go on to read my blog articles. Mathematically baffling, and deeply discouraging on a personal level.

That said, I'm not blaming anyone—except Meta, which, since introducing Meta One, has restricted the sharing of external links in posts and comments, whether you're using the free or paid service. For unlimited sharing, you’ll have to shell out $499.99 a month. Yes, you read that right! I’m not making this up—it’s right here: https://www.facebook.com/help/1929252614431792

Of course, like most tech giants, Meta is desperately trying to keep users on its platforms so it can sell more ads. In a fair world, that would be fair play. Except that nothing is fair play when it comes to Meta. Or the other Big Tech companies.

On my page, I also mentioned the restricted algorithmic reach of my posts (which do not appear in the feeds of all my followers) and the fact that, without the option to add direct links, I get virtually no views on my articles anymore.

Then there’s the loss of my X account (a compulsory phone app requiring biometric data to prove I’m not a bot—no, thanks) and of my Instagram account with its precious private contacts (a faulty algorithm and a buggy interface that keeps looping), as well as the forced migration off Eklablog, which caused me to lose the largest part of my readership.

The Fake Seal Marks

And that’s where cynicism reaches its height: when that ‘author’, mentioned earlier, has the nerve to blame me for my own invisibility, skilfully twisting my feelings of distress to make it seem as though I was accusing him of causing my situation. That's rich!

As I explained in my latest article, I’m going through a particularly rough patch. And yet, the only response I received after reaching out to someone who claims to have gone through the same thing was complete silence on the matter, followed by a contemptuous, dismissive response, all neatly packaged in AI-generated text. Fake, fake, everywhere!

What if… what if you stopped trying to pull the wool over my eyes?

Not only did he brush solidarity and basic empathy aside, but he also went so far as to blame me for stifling my own work. It would be hard to imagine anything more despicable.

As for the alleged favours and exposure, the illusion ends where reality begins: my videos added value to his own writings, transforming this so-called act of generosity into a mere act of self-promotion.

The pot calling the kettle black... well, you know the story! How ironic, then, that this person enjoys getting views by mocking other people’s beliefs whilst adopting the pose of someone who knows nothing.

Time to Draw the Line

As the saying goes, fortune favours the bold. But I'm no Napoleon. I'm sick of walking on eggshells.

In the end, despite all the dirty tricks, I haven't cleared everything out: I've simply reclaimed my space. No more words to the unwise.

To everyone still reading me here, outside the social-media zoo, a big thank you. Because you’re well worth it.

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