Like the “venom symbiote” I have apparently become, I now find myself presently inhabiting the physical shell (ah, my “new host”) of Netflix comedian Kate Willett and, as a parasite, let me tell you it feels amazing to finally have some tits.
(Trading in my “nimby brain😤🍼😩” for some better body parts.)
Kate, also a housing advocate on both US coasts, had already known to follow that money, so now that she is me, she’ll be running down those trails, quite a few of which lead to the aforementioned Mitchell Draizin, Master Thypin and the latter’s wealthy family.
After all, you and I were both on that same June 1, 2022, Queens Community Board 1 Land Use Committee Zoom call last week so then why did you take a screenshot of my words, while also carefully editing out my name (a telling choice), instead of just engaging with me?
Why didn’t you just respond, in real time, at the moment it was happening, to my comment?
Whatever your reason may be, it is your reason, your logic and your choice: it has nothing to do with me or any of my body parts.
You are a board member of the community board so why not talk to a, oh I dunno, member of the community. You know, the community you represent.
Why not directly engage? Isn’t that the whole point of serving on a community board in the first place?
Or does the thought of direct discourse with my “nimby brain” make your yimby tummy ache?
And dog parks are a repeated and thus obvious luxury development amenity dog whistle to this already informed community (HQ2, annnone?) which knows all too well what trinkets these developments promote so to purposefully distract from the lack of affordable housing provided.
As a district resident for almost a quarter of a century, I would encourage you to be open to what you may not know so that you could actually learn about the low earners in your own district, especially about the 25% who live at or below the poverty level within the five census tracts of the proposed InnovationQNS site.
Your publicrésumé, including a stint at the Wall Street Journal, makes me highly suspect you are not a low earner.
Plus, since you are new to this community board, as well as maybe even being new to the Astoria and Long Island City yourself, you may not fully understand the needs of this community’s majority, who are not high earners. You may also see dog parks as a priority over deeply affordable housing; the latter being an amenity wealthy people covet more than their lower earning neighbors.
While it is certainly fair for you to seek out and be appointed to a community board seat, it is conversely also fair for this community board to be aware of the yimby collective opinion of community boards and your determined wish to eliminate them from the housing discourse landscape.
You need to publicly acknowledge your conflict of interest, Mr. Cox, in serving on an entity you seek to destroy.
Because the community has to stomach you just like you have to stomach us.
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.
(Like cashboob, yhdistyminen’s account is presently private.)
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(?!) yet you 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.