UPDATE 1/25/20 (Original posts follows this.)
So Vic had a recent live stream on UnLocked and said this. Not sure why he included my name. But since he did, let me break down why it’s weird.
First off: “friend?” We do not have each other’s phone numbers or email addresses. I have never done anything social with him. I have never worked with him. I’ve only ever met him at conventions when we signed at similar times or saw each other in line for coffee before respective panels. I crossed paths with him on three separate occasions in con green rooms – several years apart. The first time was in London and he sat at my table as we were the only two people in the room at the time. He asked me questions about my career. After 5 minutes I excused myself. The second time was in Tampa and we didn’t even acknowledge each other. The third time was in Chicago and I drunkenly ribbed him for not following VAs on twitter and he immediately followed me (only to unfollow me by the time I was sober). That’s my extent of our interaction. That is not friends. That is the definition of a professional acquaintance.
And I certainly was not receiving any “benefit” from even being that. But what an odd thing to even say about anybody. Do you assume others are benefitting by simply being your friend? VERY telling sentiment on his part. Unless he means professionally? But even that does not follow as I live and work in Los Angeles. He works in Texas. I have no plans to move to Texas after 30 years of acting in LA. (No offense, Texas.)
If by “pretending to be friends” he actually means “pretending I never intimated that I had heard rumors and also had an unsettling reaction to his public persona,” then, yeah. I never did. Why be rude to a fellow guest at a con? I just generally avoided him.
Second: “vocal haters?” Not sure why he lumped me in that category as I have not vocalized “hatred” for him. The extent of my reaction to his melodrama can be found in my blog post below.
But, since we are on the subject of “haters,” it should be noted that Vic’s most vociferous supporters include a live streaming lawyer who donned black-face and who regularly spews hateful notions, as well as a large doxxing contingent on the crusty cesspool website KiwiFarms. Pretty sure he has not come out and denounced either by name.
I could go on but I have cats who need to be pet and coffee that needs to be sipped on my sunshine splashed balcony.
Any further questions about my thoughts regarding this inane teapot tempest are referred to in my original post below.
So, what happened to my old @DC_Douglas twitter account?
Well, sit right down and I’ll tell you a story, a story of a faithful fandom that starts with young anime fanatics (aka fans), #MeToo, a low rent troll farm, lower rent twitter lawyer and the odd mosh pit of anime, Trumpsters, INCELs, MRAs, and fake news. Packaged, amplified and distorted via YouTube, Twitter and all-right forums.
If you know nothing about the Vic Mignogna tempest in the anime teapot, count yourself lucky. But you will need a little background for this blog post. This Variety articles gives you a glimpse as well as linking to other articles.
The following is part recreation of a twitter thread no longer accessible due to my permanent suspension, as well as additional context and opinion. I created the thread as a response to misinformation being spread on Twitter about me. I’m recreating it here because it’s a great encapsulation of the shit-show that was excreted by agenda driven fans and stirred up by alt-right trolls.
Grab some anti-microbial soap and enjoy!
Not embedding it because this is an STD-free blog.
FYI, there are mainly 3 conservative kiddie-journos who have “made” (in the most basic sense of the word) clout-chasing smear/sneer videos about me: ThatUmbrellaGuy (who is by far the funniest in that he truly sounds like a Southern schoolmarm or chaste librarian constantly pursing their lips in disapproval), YellowFlash (haven’t bothered to watch any but I imagine he’s just as “talented”), and SGSAMI (who comes off like that new friend in 8th grade who ruins the bromance by wrestling you to the ground and farting on your head.)
Nah. DC films himself after realizing he’s in the wrong bathroom when he hears women all around him. Records a video that unintentionally (duh) catches a “female” fart noise. [clutches pearls]
I re-uploaded this 2018 mediocre self-deprecating IG video in case the kiddies decide to edit it down for more disinformation ax grinding. I actually deleted it from IG when I got in the taxi that day because I thought, “Do I really want some strangers’ fart on my IG?” (or was it mine…?) but I forgot I auto-posted to twitter via IFTTT. The next day I saw it was there but had 100 likes so just left it.
Here is the original post (media missing due to suspension) and a couple relevant replies.
Checkout 1:35 mark in this video:
Well… Yeah, I did. 🤷🏼♂️🍆💦
It was in the script. Lol! But it’s what we call “pantomime.” I understand right wing high schoolers are afraid of the Drama Dept so I can see the confusion. Here’s the vid that sparked that:
Here’s the scene:
There’s also this film:
I literally have NO SHAME, PEOPLE!
Okay, it’s not happened, yet, but given the brain power being used, I’m sure they’ll reach to that, too. Also, an excuse to see “Monkey!”
I mean, at least I didn’t tweet this more succinct one 😂:
Pretty sure this is where I ended up fully on the VicStan™ radar and became #KickVic in their eyes – even though I had never said I was nor did I advocate for his dismissal from his non-union anime looping gigs in Texas.
But leave them the fuck alone.
This schism has revealed the ugly underside of niche culture. There are predators, racists, assholes, homophobes and just plain mean people in all pockets of culture. Now you can tell who they are much easier. They’re self-outing.
“I’m #kickvic!” “I’m #Istandwithvic”!”
Good for you. But turning that into tribal identity serves no one at all. Just look at history.
(click to read whole disturbing thread.)
This fact still alludes many who post about me. It’s an easy thing to fact-check… But, meh, why bother when you’re having fun gaslighting?
So, if you’re a “true” fan, you wouldn’t be doing this. That then leads to the next question: If you’re not a real fan, who are you?
Of course, many of the VicStans who came at me with their “disgust” that I filmed myself in the wrong bathroom also had hentai images in their banner and all throughout their feeds. You know, anime images of tweens with inordinately large eyes and breasts with sex acts being performed on them. Their morals are complex, I guess.
We see you.
And we block you.
Then one of the kiddies tweeted at the Denver PD to see if they could get me in trouble.
At this point I just decided to start fucking with them. Retweeting Cristina’s rebel tweet and some other lovely eye-pokes:
All along I was blocking anyone with the #IStandWishVic hashtag because most had proven to be disingenuous, bad at non-binary thinking, Trumpsters in disguise and/or just plain rude. This simple act was seen as me “losing” yet they were even angrier than before. For binary thinkers, they certainly seemed to love pretzel logic.
Once they beat that dead bathroom horse to death, they found a picture a fan posted from a con a few years ago! (Relentless fuckers.) A picture her husband took of me “astonished” at her “largess.”
Does this look like a candid “gotcha” shot of me or rather a posed joke shot with a woman in her twenties? 🙄
But, oh, how they tried to spin it for more clout! Bless their shriveled up, impotent hearts… (Ironically, they took the image from her timeline without her consent nor any follow-up as to the nature of the photo. I guess making their false, misleading point trumps their integrity?)
Meanwhile, I discovered this festering herpes sore on the rectum of the internet called KiwiFarms. It seems the most vile of the VicStans organized themselves there.
If you wanna journey into the heart of ugliness where empathy is mocked and snuffed out, just google Vic and KiwiFarms. Be near a shower, though. (Extra credit if you read about the suicides connected to their tactics.)
Seriously, Vic. With friends like those…🤢🤮
I was sent a KiwiFarms link wherein they mentioned I was horrible to my father on FB because he was a Trumpster and would comment on my political posts. To those kiddies let me say this:
Our relationship is far stronger than politics and has dimensions and history you know nothing of. Because we both still have access to our empathy and can handle public disagreements with a smile and an appletini bet over possible impeachment (though, thanks to Pelosi, I’m gonna lose).
You’re essentially projecting your own dysfunctional familial relationships onto ours. Try getting your own house in order, maybe? Oh, and still bite me.
After that, I just resorted to using (what was once a twitter thread) as a response, blocking, then commenting for others to get a chuckle and some proper context, and then moving on.
But the kiddies kept at it and started looking up my old tweets and reporting whatever they could. A tweet from 2014 got me a 3 day suspension. One from 2016 got me a one week suspension. And, I guess, Twitter has a 3 strikes policy as my last reply tweet about Trump being a rapist and ejaculating into Stormy Daniels got me permanently suspended.
I tried the online appeal form a few times but that’s just automated and it was rejected every time. No way to get a human to look at the algo misread of my offending tweet.
Two weeks after my ban (an account I had for a decade to the month) I embraced the ban.
Turns out to be a blessing, after all. I spent way too much time ridiculing trolls, bullies and assholes every morning while drinking my coffee. Sure, I got many laughs with my responses like, “how do you tweet from inside your rectum?” and what not. But I skated very close to Twitter’s TOS many times in an effort to be as biting as possible. I certainly wasn’t dancing with my better angels.
And while I liked bullying the bullies and showing my followers that it’s important to stand up to racism, homophobia, sexism, etc etc etc, it really was wasted on anonymous troll cowards online. Those battles matter not. Voting, organizing, getting out onto the streets is what matters. One asshole can be 20 accounts online. Best to block and move on. I let myself get dragged down into the Twitter sludge.
Yes, I’ll miss the Twitter form of direct communication with fans and friends. I met so many cool people from Twitter (and many are now IRL friends). But I still have FB and IG to connect with them. 🥰
The other upside? I actually start working as soon as my coffee is finished and not another hour (or two!) later because I fell into some inane twitter hole about how Trump connects with the average blue-collar guy when he shits into his gold toilet…
Who am I kidding? I love knowing when Trump tweets between cholesterol filled craps. You can find me at @MrDCDouglas there… And everywhere!
Now, I’m pretty sure one of those newly potty-trained YouTube clout-chasers will make a 15 minute video (with ads that help pay for their Clearasil™) wherein they show this blog post and scroll uuuup and doooown repeating their single half-baked point over and over infinitum while collecting 200 “cuck soy beta” comments from “quality” YouTube denizens (who, oddly, don’t seem to exist on other platforms).
And you know what? Cool!
It keeps this old chestnut I made relevant:
Feel free to use this blog post to respond to any distortions they may continue to propagate on twitter by the #IStandWithVic troll farm someone hired, the VicStans who harbor MRA/INCEL/MAGA notions, and the occasionally misinformed yet well-intentioned Vic fan.
I’ll be by the pool with an Appletini.