Man Down: How Leftist Big Tech Dismantled Brad Parscale’s Digital Symphony and Destroyed His Soul
“I wish I could tell you that Brad Parscale’s struggles are unique in the patriot ranks these days, fighting with both hands and both legs tied behind our backs and subject to the manipulative evil of enemies for whom murder of either country or countrymen is no bridge too far.”–Shad Olson
Of the game of chess, Albert Einstein once said, “Chess holds its master in its own bonds, shackling the mind and brain so that the inner freedom of the very strongest must suffer.” Comprised of an infinity of board positions and independent pieces driven in orchestrated multidimensional attack, the rigors of the game of kings have broken and destroyed the greatest intellectual champions in history.
Rubinstein, Oll, Ilivitsky and Bardeleben jumped out of windows. Grigoryan and Vitolins jumped off bridges. Von Lennep jumped from an ocean liner. Morphy wandered naked and mumbling through the streets. Steinitz died in an institution. And Bobby Fischer, the chess champion you may actually have heard of was, well… Bobby Fischer.
Chess is a particularly apt metaphor made even moreso in an era where up is down, black is white, and the rules are whatever the establishment elite mouthpieces of the moment determine them to be. Attach life and death determinations of either the triumph or failure of human freedom and chess transmogrifies into politics. For souls and spoils and blood.
Brad Parscale would know. He’s bleeding now. All over the front page.
To leftist celebrants of the pending collapse of human civilization, Parscale’s personal turmoil and now public troubles are occasion to revel gleefully in the downfall of a skilled enemy. To anyone still possessed of a sane and rational mind, they are evidence of the crushing toll of injustice in America’s cultural divide and of the cognitive dissonance inflicted by the constant looming awareness that every aspect of the present game is rigged and that nothing less than the continuance of human freedom hangs in the balance.
Mock as you will. Jeer as you must. It’s a simple thing to celebrate when your chosen ideology controls all the rules of the game. It’s easy to ignore or forget or to never be aware that your side was forced to change all of those rules and even the shape of the playing surface because you were so badly beaten and outdistanced by someone smarter than you. That’s what Brad Parscale did to the left in 2016. And they know it.
I’d describe in meticulous detail Brad Parscale’s savant mastery of the social media messaging landscape and his watchmaker’s understanding of algorithm, audience penetration and microtargeting of message and demographic. But half the audience wouldn’t understand the technical jargon it would require and to the other half, he is simply a demoted former campaign manager, gang tackled shirtless on his driveway while drinking a Bud Light.
Insiders know better.
Suffice to say, Brad Parscale’s skills as a maestro of digital dissemination are what helped Donald Trump’s message become a movement. He was the technical fuel in the viral internet rocket that allowed Trump to circumvent the Chinese-compromised-and-owned corporatist media monopoly and gain instantaneous national exposure for Trump’s message to battleground state voters and forgotten Rust Belt working class heroes wondering why any political system that truly cared about their interests would preside over the exodus of 70,000 American factories since 1992. Trump’s truth to those forgotten men and women at long last was that Democrats and Republicans don’t care about their interests and that arrangements have been made behind the curtains to douse America’s manufacturing primacy, offshore the assembly costs and go long on a Chinese future of factory cities and slave labor until impoverished American workers beg for similar conditions to be built on American soil, so long as they don’t starve to death.
Parscale’s abilities to put bombshell messaging payload in front of the right eyeballs in the right zip codes helped flip Michigan, Pennsylvania, Wisconsin and Indiana from blue to red, sealing Trump’s unlikely upset of Hillary and the establishment machinery and sending the owners of the digital infrastructure into an immediate panic response, to break algorithms, limit and throttle conservative voices and eliminate and blockade the avenues of penetration Parscale and Team Trump had used so effectively to swing the tide.
In a D-Day scale response to the Trump victory (referred to behind the scenes as “Operation Never Again,”) the lascivious overlords at Alphabet Google, Facebook and Twitter set about with fevered remonstrances to the DNC donor class, to rip the guts out of their platforms, and no exaggeration, ruin their products, creating a useless arbitrary and artificial digital landscape that now elevates content not on basis of popularity or “heat” as originally formulated, but based on favoritism for mainstream sourcing, leftist ideological compliance and informational conformity. Conservative voices are muted. Independent investigators, regardless of their dossier are stymied, shunted into oblivion and silenced.
Parscale’s grand digital chessboard shattered to smithereens and burned to ash. Add a cold and distant spouse likely sensing the approaching end to the gravy train and all the pieces align for Parscale’s sad fall from political glory.
It’s the story behind the story behind the bodycam video of 6’8″ Parscale being tackled to the ground in front of his Florida home that must have sent shockwaves of schadenfreudian delight through castles and armored redoubt owned by Tom Steyer, Michael Bloomberg, George Soros, Mike and Barry Obama and all the rest. An allegedly intoxicated Brad stuffed and cuffed by Fort Lauderdale’s finest and testified against a bit too eagerly by a bikini-clad trophy wife who has undoubtedly heard the inside baseball that others of us have heard but don’t talk about regarding Trump’s actual polling data and the impossible task it has become to cut through the deliberate interference of big tech to reach the number of voters needed to win a national election.
I wish I could tell you that Brad’s struggles are unique in the patriot ranks these days, fighting with both hands and both legs tied behind our backs and subject to the manipulative evil of enemies for whom murder of either country or countrymen is no bridge too far.
Operation Never Again, a smashing success. And Brad Parscale, just the latest notch on the bedpost for the Deep State’s vengeful and vindictive punishment of the “A” team of operatives and advisors that made all the difference for Trump in 2016. Michael Flynn. Roger Stone. Steve Bannon.
And Brad Parscale.
You don’t threaten suicide if you’re in first place and rising. You might, if you’ve been deprived of your genius skillset by a group of cheating psychopaths who have launched unceasing waves of psychological warfare against a gullible nation of sheep who may or may not be awakened in sufficient numbers to overcome mountains of fraud and keep America from dying an inevitable communist death. Or, if your beautiful wife refuses physical relations for months and then calls the police when loneliness and despair overtake.
I wish I could tell you that Brad’s struggles are unique in the patriot ranks these days, fighting with both hands and both legs tied behind our backs and subject to the manipulative evil of enemies for whom murder of either country or countrymen is no bridge too far. Soul crushing is too delicate an adjective for the misery inflicted by dishonorable opponents who are willing to do anything to regain power.
Up is down. Black is white. No limits. No rules. New game.
Checkmate.
