Ever since I met Ben Szemkus I’ve had some creepy energy internet “friends”. They pop up like a whac-a-mole game and they share a lot of similarities with each other.
The last suspected agent asked Ben to send them a picture of him stripped down.
I’m not inviting them in. No matter how many questions they ask as they’re scraping at the door.
I have the right to do an art project upholding the truth.
Those in charge have set it up that any disgusting thing can be done in the name of art - see Marina Abramovic.
Therefore surely, I have the right to do a project about truth and education. Sounds fair to me.
If I say one word that isn’t true, I am opening myself up to losing a lawsuit. Therefore I am within the bounds of the law as long as everything I say is true (to my sincere knowledge).
That’s how I see it. They can’t openly make it illegal to tell the truth.
I am showing you what happens when someone dares to be completely honest.
Their recourse forms a large amount of the story being told here.
I will not live in fear. I am doing this to save MYSELF.