Welcome to Season 2: People of the Lie
Raw, unflinching monologues from a man old enough to know better and tired enough to stop pretending. No guests, no uplift, no tidy morals:just the cold inventory of personal and generational wreckage. Inherited rage, toxic masculinity, petty authority, dominance disguised as protection, and the lies we tell ourselves first so we can keep telling them to everyone else.
This isn’t therapy. It isn’t redemption. It’s autopsy. A voice in an empty room stripping away the mythology of manhood, one scar at a time.
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Welcome to Season 2: People of the Lie
Raw, unflinching monologues from a man old enough to know better and tired enough to stop pretending. No guests, no uplift, no tidy morals:just the cold inventory of personal and generational wreckage. Inherited rage, toxic masculinity, petty authority, dominance disguised as protection, and the lies we tell ourselves first so we can keep telling them to everyone else.
This isn’t therapy. It isn’t redemption. It’s autopsy. A voice in an empty room stripping away the mythology of manhood, one scar at a time.
The High-Functioning Ogre: Addiction masked depression; sobriety built a beautiful prison. Step Zero reveals the monster running the show is competence. Therapy's useless—feelings are marketing budgets. Kill the part that needs peace. Bleed better.
Damage Reports : People of the Lie
Welcome to Season 2: People of the Lie
Raw, unflinching monologues from a man old enough to know better and tired enough to stop pretending. No guests, no uplift, no tidy morals:just the cold inventory of personal and generational wreckage. Inherited rage, toxic masculinity, petty authority, dominance disguised as protection, and the lies we tell ourselves first so we can keep telling them to everyone else.
This isn’t therapy. It isn’t redemption. It’s autopsy. A voice in an empty room stripping away the mythology of manhood, one scar at a time.
