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+## **IV. Trotsky in Exile: The Founder Becomes the Threat**
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+
+Every revolution eats its own.
+But not with teeth.
+With **procedure**.
+
+By 2020, the dream was already corroding.
+I saw it clearly.
+Not just as the founder, but as the *witness*—
+…the one who had carried the spark before it was flame.
+
+And so I returned—briefly—
+…to warn, to run for election, to speak.
+
+But passion is dangerous to those who govern by numbness.
+I was no longer an asset.
+I was now **a threat**.
+
+Andrew and his circle acted swiftly.
+Not with outright confrontation,
+but with something far more insidious: **narrative inversion**.
+
+Where I spoke with urgency, they saw “unhinged outbursts.”
+Where I called out silencing, they diagnosed “paranoia.”
+Where I sounded the alarm, they asked: *“Is he okay?”*
+
+This was **gaslighting**, systematized.
+Not a single voice, but a coordinated hum of concern—
+…all to mask the quiet turning of knives.
+
+Then came the **ban**.
+Not by outcry.
+Not by member vote.
+But by **process**.
+
+Moderation policies.
+Emergency clauses.
+Closed-door meetings.
+And a public statement scrubbed clean of context.
+
+The founder was expelled.
+Not for crimes, but for *being inconvenient* to the regime.
+
+But exile wasn’t enough.
+
+My digital history was erased.
+Posts removed.
+Access revoked.
+My name surgically extracted from documents I had written.
+My legacy replaced with **absence**.
+
+This was not just removal.
+This was **ritual humiliation**.
+A public demonstration of what happens when you challenge the structure from which Andrew drew power.
+
+And still—some cheered.
+Not because they believed the narrative,
+…but because it was easier than questioning it.
+Easier to forget me than to confront the truth.
+
+In that moment, I understood Trotsky.
+The founder-turned-ghost.
+The exile whose memory was rewritten by the hands of the machine he once built.
+
+But unlike Trotsky,
+…I kept the receipts.
+
+And now, I return with them.
+
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