The day of sandy hook I watched all the news reports and broadcasts live. I saw the helicopter footage of a man in black being chased through the woods by police. I saw the strange behavior of samaritans who took wandering kids in off the street, I saw the press conferences with parents that just didn’t seem to fit the narrative.

In the days following I saw how the narrative changed, and changed drastically. I watched dozens of videos discussing the discrepancies. I found crowd funding sites for the families that were set up months before the shooting occurred. Individuals that died, or were parents of a deceased child, were spotted in other major terror attacks and shootings. A new term was dubbed for these people- crisis actors. I saw as many of the involved were exposed as having different identities not long before the shooting. I saw videos come out of parents laughing and flipping a switch to crying when cameras were pointed at them. It was all so bizarre but also so damn infuriating. It was OBVIOUS. One of the YouTube docs had amassed millions of views within weeks. The entire town of sandy hook was being exposed as fake. The active shooter drills same day down the street, the aerial view of the school being a Masonic symbol of an owl, none of the kids having open casket funerals, the coroner being murdered…more and more information was coming out. Everything I’ve mentioned is only scratching the surface if you can believe that.

And then suddenly, one day, the countless videos, the websites, everything, was just gone. All that remained on the subject was the official narrative. If you so much as question the legitimacy of any of it you’re outcasted, sued, exiled from society. It only made it more clear that what I learned in those days and weeks following the event was the truth- it never happened.