Fourteen months. Three monitors. Eight hundred screenshots. One man willing to ask questions.
What I’m about to share represents fourteen months of citizen journalist investigation work. The mainstream media won’t cover this. They can’t. What I’ve uncovered threatens the very foundations of… something. I’m still working out exactly what. But the dots are connected. The picture they form is disturbing—or possibly random. The point is: I did the work.
It started when I noticed something unusual on social media. A local official posted a photo at 3:47 PM on a Tuesday. However, his calendar said he was in a meeting until 4:00 PM. That’s a thirteen-minute discrepancy. Most people would ignore this. I am not most people. I am a citizen journalist, and I have three monitors.
I quit my insurance job of twenty-two years to pursue this full-time. My wife Denise is “taking some space” at her sister’s house while I complete this citizen journalist investigation. She says I’ve “changed.” That’s what they always say about people who get too close to the truth.
The Evidence Speaks For Itself
Let me walk you through what I’ve found. First, I screenshot everything. I have eight hundred screenshots. Admittedly, some of them are duplicates. Some are memes I saved by accident. Nevertheless, approximately six hundred screenshots represent genuine evidence of… patterns. The patterns might mean something. As a citizen journalist, my job is to notice patterns. Interpretation comes later.
For example: I noticed that three different local businesses closed in the same month. Coincidence? Two of them were right next to each other. Also, one of them owed me money from a disputed insurance claim, which is how I first noticed. The point is that nobody else was connecting these businesses. I connected them—physically, with red string on my corkboard.
My newsletter, The Sledge Report, now reaches 847 subscribers. That’s 847 people who understand that the mainstream media is hiding something. What exactly? We’re working on it. Collaboratively. As Brent Flagstone has written, sometimes you know something’s wrong before you can prove it. That’s called instinct. That’s called doing your own research.
What They Don’t Want You To See
I’ve broken fifteen stories in the past year. Fourteen of them turned out to be nothing—or so “they” claim. However, the fifteenth one actually got results: I posted a thread about potholes on Miller Street, and the city fixed them within three weeks. Strangely, I don’t mention that one much. It doesn’t fit the larger picture I’m assembling.
The larger picture involves connections between local government, regional business interests, and a pattern of timestamps that don’t quite add up. I have a police scanner in my operations center, although I haven’t figured out how to program it yet. The important thing is that I have the *capacity* for serious investigation.
Denise says I need to “come back to reality.” She doesn’t understand that reality is exactly what I’m trying to expose. My three monitors show me things that one monitor never could. My corkboard has seventeen different colored strings now. Each color means something—I have a legend somewhere.
This citizen journalist investigation is far from over. The dots are connected. The picture is emerging. And when it finally comes into focus, everyone will see what I saw: something. Definitely something.
EXPOSED.
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