A long-time reader and friend of the blog—someone you’d recognize by name, someone many of you know personally—pulled me aside recently. I’ll call him Dudley Do-Right.

Dudley meant well. He always does.

Dudley is, contrary to some opinion, a good guy.

He told me this blog work looks exhausting. That it eats time, energy, and focus. That maybe—maybe—it isn’t worth it anymore.

Over the years, I’ve been shot at, dog poisoned, doxxed, sued, the works.
And also, over the years, received just a few dollars in support.

I told him this: I’m doing this because I want my town to be better.

I’ve lived in South Florida for decades, working inside Florida’s municipal and state systems. My work has forced changes in city halls, school districts, and the Florida Legislature, including a direct policy reversal by Gov. Ron DeSantis. This isn’t theoretical activism. It’s applied pressure inside real government systems.

I’m old enough to know when change is organic—and when it’s corrosive. Long enough to know when something ugly is happening on my watch. And long enough to know that if I don’t step forward, no one else will.

Then Dudley said the part that stuck. He said that sometimes, in my writing, my desire to be funny—to land a punchline—can muddy the message.

That’s a fair observation.

But here’s the thing: I don’t pretend to understand social norms. I’m autistic. The Chaz OS does not ship with those algorithms installed. I don’t soft-pedal. I don’t code-switch. I call people twat waffles when they earn it.

And yes, that pisses people off.

But the same thing that irritates the crowd is the thing that makes this work effective: authenticity.

I am not performing outrage. I am not workshopping my tone for likes. I am not sanding myself down so I can be more “accessible.”

I am not chasing fucking clicks.

And the results speak for themselves.

My expedition—My Acts of Sedition—went dark more than a decade ago. Since then, I have forced changes at the city, county, and state level. Governors know my name. Legislators have rewritten laws because of what I did with a laptop, public records requests, and relentless pressure.

That’s not bravado. That’s a paper trail.

I have appeared on nearly every single English-speaking media outlet across the globe.

Here’s the part most people miss: my audience is not the comment section.

My audience is legislators, lawyers, judges, clerks, and policy staff—the people who actually move levers. And they are smart enough to hear the signal through the noise. They understand what I’m doing even when the packaging offends someone scrolling Facebook.

The “great unwashed masses” get mad because I used a phrase they don’t like.

Yeah, fuck you, too.

The people who matter are paying very close attention.

And they take me seriously.

So, Dudley—I hear you. I respect the concern. But I’m not going to neuter the thing that works. I’m not going to cosplay politeness for people who confuse civility with effectiveness.

I’m going to be who I am.

Because the record is clear: when I show up exactly as myself, systems bend.

And that’s the point.