Their new tactic to try to find me is pretending to be people I knew long ago. Four in the past 3 hours reaching out just to see how I am doing. Men they think I cared more about than I did, I guess. Screenshots, blocked.

This means they have hacked every online account I have ever had. Which means they want me dead.

Which means I was right.

Which means every other journalist ignoring the truth is a coward or a tool. Likely both.