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SKINWALKEREliza is one of the text book examples of cluster B personslity disorders.
She's a mimic. she will adopt ideology, language, fashion, and habits of group she wants to take advantage of.
Here’s the full thread of the rest of the replies (thanks, King Possum)!View attachment 4453460
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Her response to being exposed for this video, where she says "in her utopia, each community would get to decide if a thirteen year old can consent to sex with an adult"
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This is why nobody takes libertarians and ancaps seriously
They're both open libertarians, sooooo...From the Michael Malice interview (I'm transcribing parts of it at the moment). I've never seen other anti-sex-trafficking advocates laugh so much while describing people being exploited.
The format is Shane sort of narrating Eliza's narration of her past stories in indulgent prose with a LOT of emphasis on details that paint her as having a moral character. He'll probably continue with that. Basically, just recounting her recounting her story in detail, again, but not really getting into any new facts.Alright speds, the article we’ve been (kind of) waiting for has dropped! [A]
That article was long as hell and I’ll be damned if I read it. This comment made me laugh though:
Eliza clarifies that this long ass waste of time is only the INTRODUCTION. [A]
If somebody with more autism and familiarity on her could go over this shit and add to her story discrepancies list, I’d appreciate it. Your reward will be a gold sticker.
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Here’s the full thread of the rest of the replies (thanks, King Possum)!
Lmao at the last reply with her forgiveness
Edit edit: People reacted to that statement the exact way you thought.
Don’t forget he compared her to the Doomsday Clock in the beginning (thats the only part I looked at)!The format is Shane sort of narrating Eliza's narration of her past stories in indulgent prose with a LOT of emphasis on details that paint her as having a moral character. He'll probably continue with that. Basically, just recounting her recounting her story in detail, again, but not really getting into any new facts.
-Guy is going to sell her to some old dude
-She says old dude had a red bed. But not blood red.
-She says she doesn't really remember anything because she was on tons of drugs
-She woke up in hospital
-Somehow her parents new and arrived in CA to take her home
-Afterward she couldn't remember how to order food at a restaurant and had to re-learn how to write
It just feels very much like someone writing a scene for a movie--rapid sequence of images with no detail and you wake up in hospital, etc.
It does ultimately read like more of a filibuster that's trying to paint Eliza's character in a positive light rather than get into the nitty gritty details of the disputed facts.
The story's tagged "Gonzo Journalism" and it reads like it was written by a middle-schooler trying to be deep and meaningful, convinced he's the next Hunter S Thompson. I like how he compared the Doomsday Clock announcement to ISIS because, er, the clock was revealed by removing a black cloth that was draped over it.Don’t forget he compared her to the Doomsday Clock in the beginning (thats the only part I looked at)!
“And one day, he basically told me, ‘I’m going to sell you for drugs.’ I was in the room when he brokered the deal. He called the guy. I don’t know if it was all planned out in advance or whatever. I don’t know. I’m assuming this is a thing they did.”
“When he called the buyer, were you thinking anything like, ‘What the fuck is this phone call?’”
“No, I was just told we needed more drugs, so ‘We’re gonna sell you.’ And I was like, ‘Holy shit, I’m a child prostitute.’ I was embarrassed. I knew immediately I would never tell anyone about this.”
“I don’t know what particularly happened, but I think I started to kick a little bit. I think I became a problem. I wasn’t eating, I wasn’t drinking, and I believe I had an overdose.
“I woke up in Cedars-Sinai. No friends out there. The nurse treating me told me she treated Kurt Cobain once and that he and I have the same eyes. He died a few years earlier. That moment eventually would keep me sober. Maybe she was just gassing me up to make me feel better, but it gave me confidence.”
I had to learn how to write again. English was like another language. I was so fucked up that I didn’t know how to order food at a restaurant.
She says she "went to AA in Chinatown. I believe it was on a Monday. The meeting itself was called Chinatown. It was in West Hollywood."“After the first trafficking, I came home, and when I went back to LA, I called him. He would not talk to me.”
“The musician?” I asked.
“Yes. He wouldn’t talk to me. He just told me to go to AA.”
She says her parents bought her a plane ticket, not that they went out there to get her.-Somehow her parents knew and arrived in CA to take her home
In that second attached image, about her trafficker still following her, she may mean a trafficker from the second period (2010s). (Not that I believe her.)Inconsistencies are already abound it seems
With over 80,000 tweets on her account, it's going to be rather difficult to figure that out especially since the API can only grab so much tweets (the last 2,500 IIRC.) Anything prior to that is going to be difficult.![]()
Eliza Bleu Just STRUCK Down Another Account? Spicy Old Instagram Surfaces & Links To The FBI Touted
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A lot of the comments aren't supportive. We'll see how this plays out.
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Internet sleuths found all the times she’d been seen on TV or in music videos or in modeling campaigns—calling into question her timeline of having been a victim of trafficking. If she’s done all these shows, many Twitter users said she must only be in it for fame. Everything seemed like a lie. This initial thread culminated in the internet scouring the internet for as much information as possible to prove that she was, in fact, a fraud. Eventually, this thread attracted those who were once extremely supportive of Eliza and her cause. Larger accounts shared the images from the video—her bare ass and some questions regarding the validity of Eliza’s story. They tagged Eliza and waited for a response. It seemed like everyone was waiting.
Before she and I had met in person, our first official interaction happened in a group chat between Ye, Eliza, and myself.
I had just left Ye’s place in LA. He and I had spent the weekend discussing, among other things, the shape of his campaign for President of the United States. One topic that he kept coming back to was human trafficking. Eliza’s name popped into my head when I was in the airport—so I asked for her permission to send her contact to Ye, she obliged, and then Ye started the group chat.
After the thread about Eliza’s life went viral, her timeline didn’t make sense to me either. There seemed like major gaps in her story. I’m sure I wasn’t alone in having this nightmarish thought experiment. On one hand, I would’ve preferred she was lying because from the bits of her own story she has shared, I’d rather not want that to happen to anyone. On the other hand, if she was lying, I’d feel personally let down. I don’t believe it should erase the advocacy I’ve seen her do on Twitter and in podcasts, but it would make it extremely challenging to take her seriously moving forward—even as I personally struggle with who does and doesn’t deserve redemption. If she had profited off victims, it would be dirty. If she was exposed as merely a fame whore, I wouldn’t be surprised—no real insult to Eliza—but the Internet is filled with them—so another joining the ranks wouldn’t be the slightest bit shocking. I think what I, and most others, probably found most egregious, aside from the supposed power she had within Twitter, is that there was a possibility Eliza really could’ve propped up victims to gain fame and money. But, again, the current economy deals in the currency of victimhood. We’re all numb to the grift.
And now, as we were supposedly on the edge of nuclear annihilation according to some grim-faced scientists, I had Eliza on the phone—who didn’t seem nearly as anxious as I felt.
The Babylon Bee had notified her that they cancelled an event they had planned to do together.
“It’s heartbreaking,” she said. “I needed my Christian brothers. I’m so pissed that [they] would cancel.”
“Are you reading Twitter?” I asked—referring to the barrage of comments about her life. All the images. Everyone who’d done anything with her had been getting tagged in everything, too.
“Friends are telling me that my silence is making everything worse,” she said. “Right now people don’t want to hear anything from me… there’s literally nothing I could say.. what could I say? Nothing I do will appease everybody. I can’t be too mean, I can’t be too nice. So many [people] have their minds made up.”
“That’s true,” I said—wondering how the fuck I was going to navigate this story. I was hesitant to even ask her about all this—I would either be exposing her total lie—or, perhaps, I would be making her relive some deeply troubling trauma. The waitress brought us our waters and our meals, and I said I guess we better start with the questions.
I asked her how she defined human trafficking.
“Force, fraud, or coercion for the sale of labor of sex… anyone under the age of 18. Engaging in any commercial sexual activity for goods or services or money is a victim of human trafficking,” she rattled it off quickly. “Under 18,” she said, “is automatically a victim of human trafficking if they’re engaging in commercial sex. There’s not a question; no gray area.”
“How did the trafficking start with you?”
“I met him when I was about 15,” she said.
“Where?”
“A concert… out here.”
“Who was he?”
“A photographer.”
“Can you name him?”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Legal reasons.”
“Was this a relationship with the older guy?”
“He groomed me.”
“Grooming how?”
“Finding out my vulnerabilities. What would make me leave my family and come out to LA. He knew exactly what to say. I was probably the easiest mark they ever had.”
“Was he talking sexually with you as well?”
“No. It was all about the dream world. The opportunities.”
“The photographer introduces me to the musician,” she said.
I asked again for names, but she refused. We get into this specific discussion later, but I wanted to establish her side of what happened in LA first.
“Are the photographer and the musician together?”
“Like physically?” she asked.
“I mean, like, are they a team?”
“Do you think I know that?” she said with some hostility.
“I don’t know, that’s why I’m asking… How soon after moving to LA is this happening?”
“Immediately. Within a few days. Like 48 hours.”
“I went over to the musician’s place. I don’t remember if he came and picked me up, but I’m sure he probably did. We went over there, hanging out, and had some beer. That’s when everything went downhill. He handed me something to smoke—and I smoked it. I think they called it ice or glass. I think it was something like crystal meth.”
“Did sex with him come into place before all this?”
“It was clear there was no choice,” she said. “The thing is like, I hadn’t come from that… that wasn’t a part of my lifestyle.
“When he called the buyer, were you thinking anything like, ‘What the fuck is this phone call?’”
“No, I was just told we needed more drugs, so ‘We’re gonna sell you.’ And I was like, ‘Holy shit, I’m a child prostitute.’ I was embarrassed. I knew immediately I would never tell anyone about this.”
The musician dropped her off at a house in West Hollywood Hills.
“Can you describe this man, the buyer?”
“Old, fat, ugly guy. I could probably recreate pieces of his room. It’s weird what your brain remembers. His bed was red, but not blood red. It had a red blanket. It was a really nice place. And there were multiple people living there.”
“A lot of people who’ve been looking into your past are asking themselves how could this happen to a daughter of a politician? ‘It looks like she had a nice family.’”
“That’s the most disgusting insult,” she said. “You can be a survivor and be other things. You can have a family. A lot of survivors I know are married, have kids. It’s not like you’re a survivor and that’s all you are. I could be fully in trauma, probably on disability just rotting away—still off the LA experience. That’s why I’m like, at this point, I don’t care what people say. Listen to what I survived. That’s crazy.”
“So, you won’t name names. Can you say it’s a famous person?” I asked.
“There are people involved in my story that are very high profile. Maybe they aren’t a household name. But I think if and when it all comes out, people be like, ‘Oh, wow…’”
“But you could be out there preventing others from getting hurt by him, if he is still alive,” I said.
She took a deep breath before responding.
“I understand. I do,” she said. “And I think about that myself… There were multiple times I tried and it never went well for me,” she said—referring to the second man who she says abused and trafficked her.
“Look, at this point, this is number one, there are laws that aren’t going to work in my favor. The LA stuff is way in the past. Sometimes there are provisions where if it’s over 10 years, but like, generally speaking, it’s all He Said, She Said. Simply accusing someone with no evidence, it would not end well for me. And when I say no evidence, I mean, like, no evidence, like, I have no evidence for this first story, right? So, it would literally be the most He Said, She Said, and nobody’s gonna be like, ‘You know what? Yup. She’s right.’”
She said she reached out to the Daily Wire at the beginning of the COVID lockdown. She wanted to see if they’d cover the way lockdowns would affect human trafficking. The lockdowns, she predicted, would increase risk for vulnerabilities.
“I didn’t reach out to them to cover me. I didn’t want to be public about my story or advocacy,” she said.
Eliza claimed she did not want her name and face included in the article. But according to her, Prestigiacomo had fought to include these details as, she believed, it would give the article more reach. The two went back and forth about this until Eliza finally agreed to allow them to use her name and image.
“I want people to remember this,” she told me. “If you look through my history, I’ve never had trouble hanging around famous people. When I became a survivor advocate, I had a fully popping Instagram. Like that was just sitting there, once I got back control of it.”
I believe she’s referencing her relationship to Gerard Way, the singer of My Chemical Romance—as well as how her Instagram was stolen from her years later, well after her relationship with Gerard.
It's a lot of filler but she claims her abuser took control of her old accounts on Twitter and met Dorsey because of that“A lot of people are seeing you in various videos looking happy or calling your mom to see how proud she is of you being in a music video. Are these things proof that you are only doing it for fame? What do you think people are missing about you?” I asked.
“Well, number one, I don’t think people understand human trafficking—even though you can just Google what it means. And then like, also listen to a bunch of survivor stories and go to the Human Trafficking Hotline, or the Polaris Project website. My entire Twitter feed for the last few years has been dedicated to educating people. And clearly no one was reading any of it. That actually has been one of the biggest hits of the whole thing is I’m like, ‘Oh my gosh, they weren’t reading what I’m posting.’”
She continued: “But the other piece that they don’t understand is abuse or abusive situations, like, quite frankly, you, Shane, could be my trafficker. Or I could be your trafficker. We’re at a truck stop. And we could be going somewhere and looking like we’re having a lovely conversation. And you and I could leave here and get in the car. And no one would be any the wiser. If somebody snapped a picture of us right now, they’d be like, ‘Oh, they look like friends or in a relationship, normal.”
Quartering offers $25 for deleted Eliza tweets.
I don't think she has deleted any. See this post at the weekend:With over 80,000 tweets on her account, it's going to be rather difficult to figure that out especially since the API can only grab so much tweets (the last 2,500 IIRC.) Anything prior to that is going to be difficult.
I pulled the tweet IDs and couldn't find anything she deleted.
twitter-profile gives you the most recent 3,200 (a limit on Twitter's end), twitter-user gives you everything visible in the Twitter search ("from:elizableu").--jsonl option).
Tim isn't playing it safe at all, he had an absolute meltdown over it at the end of his stream tonight and responded in probably the worst way possible.https://youtube.com/watch?v=0YrMDmnPMTMQuarterPounder covered the article from Timcast. Tim is probably playing it safe for now