GentlemanMuser

Amateur Scotch drinker. Full time booper. Carefree, wherever I may be.

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

@EsotericCD You just had to go and jinx it….

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

@mtomasky Sure, Jan.

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

@evanwch I don’t have to worry about anyone knowing about drunken fights.

Not because I didn’t get drunk with the best of them, and not because there weren’t fights, but because I’m not an abusive cunt of a nazi who abused women.

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

I don’t have many followers, but I hope that every single one of them reads this.

[Lyndsey Fifield @lyndseyfifield]

Anyone who has ever extracted themselves from a relationship with a narcissistic abuser knows it isn’t clean or easy.

I cringe remembering how many times I tried to play the “cool girl” or fawn in response to what was clearly abusive, coercively controlling behavior by Graham.

I also know how dangerous it is to become the target of a narcissist — so even long after our relationship ended I continued to be upbeat any time he reached out, though I would also immediately shut down any attempts on his part to initiate flirting or romanticizing of the past.

Yes, the day I saw him announce he was running I wanted to make sure people knew he had a Nazi tattoo — and I was terrified he would find out it was me.

But of course he knew it was me.

What’s ironic is I absolutely never would have shared my story if he hadn’t been relentlessly attacking my character behind the scenes for months once the tattoo story came out.

I tried to signal that I wasn’t the source and stayed completely silent about him on social media even as most of my friends posted regularly about what a bad person he is.

But then in early April the New York Times came to me. I asked how they got my number. I said I was not interested in sharing my story. They said but wait—there are other women. Women terrified to tell their stories, too, and you need to band together. WE will help you. We will protect you. Men can’t keep getting away with this.

Hours before their first call to me I saw Eric Swalwell’s name plate get removed from his office door in Cannon. It felt like fate.

I welcomed the two journalists into my home days later, nervous and overwhelmed. Justin Fairfax had just murdered his wife and himself the previous day and even conservative pundits were conjecturing that “if only those women hadn’t accused him of abuse, this never would have happened…”

But I told them my story. I let them take pictures of my diary pages. I sent them screenshots of messages and gave them phone numbers and contacts. It was excruciating. I was surprised by what details I remembered, and as I poured through old messages I was horrified by how much I had forgotten.

I explained very clearly that, like many women abused by their partners, I had not told anyone about his violence at the time—I had covered for and defended it. I accepted his earnest apologies. They said that’s fine because the diary entries and my on the record story was enough.

They connected me to two of the other victims so we wouldn’t feel so alone. I insisted to each of them that I trusted the NYT journalists and that we were doing the right thing despite their (sadly very accurate) sense that something was wrong.

One of the victims and I realized our relationships with Graham overlapped completely - he had been cheating on both of us the entire time we were together.

I should note here that my life is just… beautiful. These are the best years of my life. Raising two young girls in a safe, beautiful neighborhood where I work from home and shuffle my children from dance classes and soccer to church events — I am blessed far beyond what I deserve with wonderful friends and family and the most loving, brilliant husband in the world. Why would I blow my life up like this? Why would I risk the psychotic doxxing from violent leftist activists?

Because while I have been terrified to come forward I decided this was the “hard right thing” to do. The guilt of staying silent has nagged me.

Most therapists recommend a “gray rock” approach to extracting yourself from narcissistic abuse — it works really well, but it is a gift to the abuser, allowing them to persist in their delusion that they’ve done nothing wrong.

I couldn’t stay silent as he continued to lie and lie and lie. I want my daughters to boldly speak out if they’re ever abused as I was.

[Lyndsey Fifield @lyndseyfifield]

I bucked all advice from my friends (and resisted my conservative bias) and decided to fully trust the Times journalists.

As they left my home they asked that I not talk to any other outlets and I insisted then and repeatedly over the following weeks that I would keep my word and only share this story with them.

But then the weeks dragged on. They kept coming back to us saying the editors needed more. I needed to go on the record (okay). We need more screenshots (okay). I met every bench mark they set, eager to provide more sources or evidence as needed.

After the story went up I began to ask them … wait, where are the stories from the other women? Where are their accusations of sexual assault? Why am I the focus? Why are there 11 paragraphs dedicated to detailing my work history (more than has been published about Graham’s by far)?

Why does it say “nobody could corroborate” when I offered them sources that COULD corroborate?

Why did they include an out of context quote from a friend joking “do not call Graham” after I called off my wedding? (Because she knew I would never).

Where were the screenshots they’d said they would use? Or the mention that I’d supported local democrats and that most of my family (and husband) are liberal?

The editors said it was too much, they explained.

The Times also failed to include any mention that I DID confide in multiple friends through the years that Graham had been abusive — long before he was running for office. Those friends confirm they told the Times so.

It dawned on me that this really was a set up all along. The journalists I trusted who convinced me to share a story I never wanted to tell methodically delayed and twisted this into a gift to the Platner campaign. Violating the trust of his victims. Shattering the trust I placed in them with the most vulnerable story of my life.

And at the end of my call with them I reluctantly accepted their insistence that this was still a powerful story and that I had done a brave thing. And I thanked them for all the hard work they had put into it.

Still fawning after all these years.

[Lyndsey Fifield @lyndseyfifield]

Anyone who has ever extracted themselves from a relationship with a narcissistic abuser knows it isn’t clean or easy.

I cringe remembering how many times I tried to play the “cool girl” or fawn in response to what was clearly abusive, coercively controlling behavior by Graham.

I also know how dangerous it is to become the target of a narcissist — so even long after our relationship ended I continued to be upbeat any time he reached out, though I would also immediately shut down any attempts on his part to initiate flirting or romanticizing of the past.

Yes, the day I saw him announce he was running I wanted to make sure people knew he had a Nazi tattoo — and I was terrified he would find out it was me.

But of course he knew it was me.

What’s ironic is I absolutely never would have shared my story if he hadn’t been relentlessly attacking my character behind the scenes for months once the tattoo story came out.

I tried to signal that I wasn’t the source and stayed completely silent about him on social media even as most of my friends posted regularly about what a bad person he is.

But then in early April the New York Times came to me. I asked how they got my number. I said I was not interested in sharing my story. They said but wait—there are other women. Women terrified to tell their stories, too, and you need to band together. WE will help you. We will protect you. Men can’t keep getting away with this.

Hours before their first call to me I saw Eric Swalwell’s name plate get removed from his office door in Cannon. It felt like fate.

I welcomed the two journalists into my home days later, nervous and overwhelmed. Justin Fairfax had just murdered his wife and himself the previous day and even conservative pundits were conjecturing that “if only those women hadn’t accused him of abuse, this never would have happened…”

But I told them my story. I let them take pictures of my diary pages. I sent them screenshots of messages and gave them phone numbers and contacts. It was excruciating. I was surprised by what details I remembered, and as I poured through old messages I was horrified by how much I had forgotten.

I explained very clearly that, like many women abused by their partners, I had not told anyone about his violence at the time—I had covered for and defended it. I accepted his earnest apologies. They said that’s fine because the diary entries and my on the record story was enough.

They connected me to two of the other victims so we wouldn’t feel so alone. I insisted to each of them that I trusted the NYT journalists and that we were doing the right thing despite their (sadly very accurate) sense that something was wrong.

One of the victims and I realized our relationships with Graham overlapped completely - he had been cheating on both of us the entire time we were together.

I should note here that my life is just… beautiful. These are the best years of my life. Raising two young girls in a safe, beautiful neighborhood where I work from home and shuffle my children from dance classes and soccer to church events — I am blessed far beyond what I deserve with wonderful friends and family and the most loving, brilliant husband in the world. Why would I blow my life up like this? Why would I risk the psychotic doxxing from violent leftist activists?

Because while I have been terrified to come forward I decided this was the “hard right thing” to do. The guilt of staying silent has nagged me.

Most therapists recommend a “gray rock” approach to extracting yourself from narcissistic abuse — it works really well, but it is a gift to the abuser, allowing them to persist in their delusion that they’ve done nothing wrong.

I couldn’t stay silent as he continued to lie and lie and lie. I want my daughters to boldly speak out if they’re ever abused as I was.

[T. Becket Adams @BecketAdams]

The CBS tantrums are even funnier when you remember they’re not in reaction to some fringe right-winger, but a lesbian Obama-Democrat.

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

@wingoz Why is that?

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

This has inspired a Red Dawn rewatch.

[Amanda Milius @AmandaMilius]

He says w out ever seeing Wind and the Lion or Rough Riders (literally two films made years apart about “different parts of Teddy Roosevelt’s life”).

Additionally my Dads “Daniel Boone” script also still sits on the shelf at WB and was the first thing he tried to get for me to direct.

Along w 30 other unmade movies from the best writer in Hollywood.

I get that Matt hates me for dunking on the DW for years and their own hokey content but show some respect to people like my Dad that personify the point you think yr new in making re conservative films that are actually good.

What DW will never realize is the material has to be good first and conservative or whatever tf second. Or you’re just making homework on film.

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

@endAmanl Look��..it’s a GREAT troll.

…..AND you’re not entirely wrong.

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

Dear @Arsenal fans.

I can’t even engage in schadenfreude. I’ve watched my star defender miss a spot kick in a #champi̇onsleaguefinal and it’s brutal.

I can hate on you, I can hate on this season, but I can’t talk trash today because I get it.

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

I love this guy.

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

I was not rooting for them to win, but Arsenal played a tactically strong match and acquitted themselves well.

Granted, they played in a way that their fans (and managers) have attacked Chelsea for playing, but the goal is to win. Smart of them to accept pragmatism.

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

Things I learned watching the Champions League final:

-New York is “the capital of America”

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

Wow David Raya.

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

Proposed change to the rules of world football:

Any fan caught using a whistle in the stands is summarily executed.

#champi̇onsleague

[Cynical Publius @CynicalPublius]

So today I had a retired US Navy three-star admiral accuse me of being a bot and having never served in the US military.

I posted a rebuttal, which basically caused this Democrat admiral to get swarmed by a social media army of veterans (and patriotic non-veterans too).

I truly appreciate the outpouring of support, but I am also quite interested in what this says about the mindset of America’s veteran community in 2026, writ large.

Most of us? We served in the GWOT and are still angry about it. We are angry that we were sent to do impossible missions of building liberal institutions in 8th Century tribal societies. We’re angry about ridiculously restrictive ROE that got our friends killed. We are angry that for much of the wars we were inadequately resourced, driving soft-skinned HMMWVs down IED Alley. We are angry that we spent all those years to have, in the end, accomplished very little. We are angry at how the VA treated us when we got out. Most of all, we are angry about watching our friends get killed or maimed (or kill themselves when they got home), seemingly all for naught.

And guess what? We are REALLY angry at the senior generals and admirals who led us down this path and never had the cajones to tell the civilian elected leadership what the real deal was. (We’re not angry at Pete Hegseth’s team—we’re angry at the generals and admirals who caused the problems he and his team are trying to fix.)

That admiral who came at me today? He was one of those GWOT senior leaders.

What you saw today was much less an outpouring of support for me and much more an outpouring of righteous anger at a righteous target.

Just wanted to share my thoughts on this, it’s an interesting phenomenon.

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

@iowahawkblog I know just about nothing as to cars, but the Luce reminds me of when they released the new Transformers to align with the movie in 1986. Sure, it’s SAYS it’s a Transformer, but it’s cheap plastic and oh yeah, you killed Optimus Prime.

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

@SirajAHashmi

[GentlemanMuser @GentlemanMuser]

Everton you had ONE JOB.