They do all look alike and dang, is that baby bottle emoji their kryptonite.
Quick aside: the guy in the large photo has described his inclusion in this ensemble as an “attack” by me. He thinks it’s an “attack” for me to have made note of how similar all these redheaded bearded bespectacled young white guys look. Wonder what he thinks of Ukraine, you know, like in comparison to his own horrifying experience of having surviving being “attacked.”
There is a reason why I use the baby bottle emoji, Chris Aho: thanks for demonstrating that😃😀😄
The center guy here called me “abusive“ in the comments for my post about Mark Mollineaux.
Conversely none of your adversaries are anonymous nor do they use numerous anonymous accounts.
So, is it because of the fact that you have all these other anonymous accounts that you’re literally ashamed to fully come out about them and yourself? (Are you an embarrassed catfish and is this a case for Nev and Max?🥺😭)
Why is it all your opponents, all these “nimbys😤🍼😫,” have no problem being public with who they are? They are all clear and transparent about their identities, including me.
In contrast, all you yimbys not only have numerous accounts on top of your “mains😤🍼😫,” you also publicly admit to that practice and excuse the strangeness of it, as if this is how every Twitter user operates when it’s only all of you: a bunch of angry yimbys hiding behind fake names and anonymous accounts.
Like, for example, Taylor Austin Kessinger (@yhdistyminen) who likely enjoys passing as a yimby female perhaps because there are so few yimbellinas. Kessinger’s academic main account @nashintasapaino remains vanilla and unpopular as he spends most of his social media time, in months-long conversations at points, via the ambiguous @yhdistyminen account with its thousands of followers, occasionally posting filtered pics of himself as a “verypretty😤🍼😩” female.
Then there’s long-winded Amazon-HQ2LIC-stan as abusive-anonymous-asshat @BringJobs who refers to himself as “we” so to attempt to appear as some sort of official “group of concerned citizens😤🍼😫.” (He also claims Twitter has a “20-page report” on me but he is likely referring to my own appeal which is sadly longer than 20 pages as it substantiates in great detail how suspiciously weak Twitter’s case is against me.) All the people @Bringjobs pretends to be in his “group” still all remain anonymous. He might be Amazon lobbyist Guy Palumbo or he might be wealthy landlord and restauranteur Sam Musovic but he is definitely not a “we” and he’s terrified of being known for who he really is.
Equally verbose and similarly infuriated, classist, racist sealion @constans, a highly paid SoHo homeowner, used to display his real first name, Dean, in his bio. No more: he currently insists on anonymity in his never ending engagement. Makes it easier for him to play SuperSecretAgentGuyPersonWhoKnowsEverything.
Just because the tender dick white cult members of yimby try to present as mysterious and très très importante doesn’t mean the rest of us don’t see right through the charade.
Because we recognize you, all of you, through your anonymity.
Despite your anonymity, in fact.
We all see you while you pretend to not be what you clearly are: because you are all the same.
When I had first started becoming aware of yimby back in the summer of 2019, when OpenNY member Justin Potter had briefly and halfheartedly attempted to run for senate (on a pro-Amazon platform, aka, high level clown shit), I observed the conversations you all had with each other: the exact same people, the same surly avatars, the same names, the same condescension, the same insults, the same lies and cruelty and mocking, over and over and over again.
And nothing has changed in three years.
It’s easy to see you. It’s easy to identify you, even if you’re anonymous: you’re all the same.
You reveal who you all are, whether you are using your “alt😤,” your “main🍼” or your “burner😫.”
Because why wouldn’t others notice how you and your account behave?
Why would we not take notice of you and your “shitty” account?
Think about it.
You’re being witnessed and observed just like you have witnessed and observed others.
See how that works?
And because you are so prolific in your written content, “@LES3025,” you’ve been observed a lot: your own actions have brought you attention.
Think about it: you’ve piqued people’s curiosity.
You had piqued mine even before you had tweeted that you were “honored” I had mentioned you in a post which had reminded me of that time when Ben Thypin had declared he was “flattered” by my criticism of his vanity project, real estate development lobbying groupOpen New York, from which Ben is presently trying to distance himself for, ah, whatever nefarious reasons. You express yourself like Ben, “@LES3025:” you sound like him.
And you are so prolific that you demonstrate this similarity frequently.
That’s what happens when one is so verbal with one’s false narrative propaganda: attention is drawn.
Drawn attention increases with your insistence to remain anonymous, even on the comments of almost every Village Sun article. No one else hides there: why do you?
After a two year covid hiatus, we’re back in sweet Queens!
Come explore the history of Vernon Boulevard, discuss the state of housing and development in New York City (especially in burgeoning outer borough areas), grab a beer at a local Long Island City brewery and walk through beautiful western Queens as the sun descends for Jane’s Walk 2022
I’ve gotten to know you by your own curious actions.
It’s been four months since you and I first interacted on that January night where minutes after engaging with you, my account got quickly suspended and you then, oddly, raced to delete your part of our conversation.
And it was during that very conversation, Hayden Clarkin, where you had asked me for coffee, not the other way around. What a curious game now to claim it was my idea: it was yours.
And I emailed you back in April, a month ago, and subsequently wrote this post about you because you had tweeted about me and then deleted it.
I was curious, Hayden: that’s why I wrote my email to you and then my post about you. Curiosity.
And you keep mentioning me. You won’t email me back but you keep bringing me up on social media.
So I remain curious: I wonder if my curiosity is too much for you to understand as you’d rather talk, safely and comfortably, to your followers, rather than to me directly.
And sure, absolutely: no one in yimby circles has ever heard of me; I remain completely inconsequential to all of them, all of you, and I bet to everyone else in the world at large.
So, again, highly weird flex for you to then keep bringing me up. (“Hey, who ~*is*~ that nobody?!?!?!?😤🍼😫”)
But, then again, those are your actions.
I mean, unless you end up deleting your tweets (or your whole timeline, ooops! I mean, why *do* people keep picking on you?).
But deleting tweets is yet another action, isn’t it? Another curious action.
I know now you would never meet me for coffee: you never meant your offer back in January.
You never responded to my email. You’ll talk about me publicly, for attention, but you won’t speak to me directly.
You even made your own website private for a few weeks, highly odd.
But I guess it’s a bad look to be caught whining about expiring covid rent specials in Long Island City luxury glass towers when one is founding chief executive officer of one’s own profitable nonprofit.
That’ll rattle someone into professional website privacy and a tweet delete fest, amirite?
The truth about privileged white male yimby screams louder than any 10 selfies or 20 stock photos as that very truth hollers through these images: the overall representation of this group remains literally self-evident and any attempts to display otherwise fall woefully flat and end up backfiring on all of you.
While the rest of us watch.
(Plus: you *rent* all of your clothes(?!) and describe independent American homeowners as a “cartel😤🍼😫”)
Maybe you yimbette gals just can’t help but confirm your critics as right because we still only see so many white men and so very few of you.
Mitchell Taylor, who owns a $2million home on Long Island, brings that sell out energy as he claims to represent the entire Queensbridge population while his history reflects an exploitation of that community for his own profit.
And during the summer of 2020, as covid raged and people sought outdoor refuge, Taylor’s nonprofit security company infamously and conveniently profited when Gantry Plaza State Park, a public park, was used by the, ah, public while the wealthy inhabitants of the waterfront luxury towers whined and railed about too many unwelcomed humans visible from their lofty, shiny, windowed perches.
At yesterday’s town hall, as Taylor detailed a planned “community center” to “house neighborhood nonprofits” within the 27-story towers of InnovationQNS, I could not help but wonder that the only nonprofits which might end up using that space will be those umbrellaed under Taylor’s highly profitable Urban Upbound.
I also deeply resented how much Taylor was on his phone during the event: as ever and always, he has zero clue how he comes across.
No, Dan, I just do screenshots of yimby avatars and create content about how all of you, like you yourself, are young white tech guys.
But here, curiously, is your pal Casey Berkovitz holding his cameraphone on me instead of public commenter (and his fellow OpenNYboard member) Amelia Josephson during Manhattan Community Board 2’s infamous (“chaotic”) June 2021 meeting: I wonder if he had suspected that I was going to murder Josephson so maybe he had wanted to make sure he caught my vicious soon-to-happen crime on film.
I ended up, instead, calling Josephson a “shill,” because, you know, she’s the listed on the 990 form for a real estate development lobbying group so.
And my daring to call Josephson, a transplant from Alaska who haunts Landmark Preservation meetings for the sole purpose of disparaging architectural preservation and appreciation, a “paid shill” apparently *was* akin to physical violence, at least to OpenNY Executive Director, and highly paid shill himself, Will Thomas.
“She’s the nicest person in the world!!!😤🍼😫” Thomas whined to me, one month later, after CB2’s full board vote in July 2021 which almost unanimously voted against the rezoning of SoHo NoHo.
(And it very well may be that Amelia Josephson is the “nicest person in the world😤🍼😫” but she nonetheless still remains a real estate development shill.)
ONY’s Thomas was livid with me: “And stop retweeting us too!!!! Gawd!!!!😤🍼😫”
Li was recently nominated for the Ibo Balton award for “community planning” from the creepy Citizens Housing Planning Council (with its Jessica Katz infamy), for having brought “equitable” scams to SoHo NoHo. Since my tweets about Li’s dishonesty are currently hidden, here are screenshots of them from over a year ago which demonstrate Li’s cruel dismissiveness towards downtown elderly residents, her blatant favoritism of Open New Yorkmembers, none of whom live in the rezoned area, and her unabashed dishonesty.
People hate your lies, Sylvia Li, not your skin color.
But keep collecting your gratuitous, crony, clubby awards and pocketing our taxpayer funding as your six-figure salary: we will all remain watching you.
(Also: all these tweets of mine about Sylvia Li, as well as this very blog post itself, are still missing all that alleged racism which I supposedly express at all given moments: weird flex, huh?)