Hi everyone, I hope you’re all well.
So, as I’m sure most of you know, a couple of weeks ago, I reached 100,000 subscribers
on YouTube!
I am absolutely thrilled I hit that milestone, thank you so so much to all of my subscribers;
from my newest ones who helped get me over the line, right back to the fans I have had
since the very very beginning, when I started making content early last year.
I value and love each and every one of you, honestly, I am humbled that even one person
would subscribe and watch my videos, let alone over 100,000 people.
It is just mind blowing and I am incredibly privileged to have you all as part of my YouTube
community.
What I’m guessing most of you probably don’t know, is that I didn’t start with YouTube.
My channel is a flow on from the commentary I started doing in mid-2016, which was writing
for The Spectator Australia.
I used to write these very snarky, provocative critiques of the regressive left, at about
1000 words a pop.
These articles were borne of my own frustration at constantly being harangued for expressing
my political beliefs by all the lefties I knew, which, at the time, was about 95% of
my friends.
I used to want to be a musical theatre performer, and spend a lot of my 20s delving into that
world, but I eventually moved on from it because, first, it is so hard to find work, and secondly,
the people, not all of them, but certainly I found most of them, are the most appallingly
aggressive, uninformed, vicious, self-righteous, ego driven, insecure, dumb regressive leftists
you will ever find.
You think Hollywood is the only environment housing egomaniacal performers who think they’re
soooo incredibly empathetic because they embody other people for a living and therefore have
a social conscience and therefore just know they’re part of the enlightened, educated
class and everyone who isn’t part of that tolerant, inclusive, totally non-bigoted club
is scum?
Hell no, the Australian musical theatre industry is full of them, and they are so annoying.
Anyway, I used to joust with these people on Facebook, from about 2012 to 2014, a time
when conservatives were still sort of able to express their beliefs in a sea of leftists
without being called a white supremacist or a Nazi and immediately blocked.
Those leftie labels came later, around 2017.
But back then, the standard buzzwords were unenlightened, uneducated, and ignorant, along
with the suggestion that I should stop listening to my parents.
This I always found ironic, because one, I had more education than all of these people,
and two, aside from the fact that my parents have never tried to influence me politically,
I knew for a fact that the people who were implying that my beliefs were the result of
being brainwashed by my parents all came from big Labor voting families.
The lack of self-awareness was frightening.
Anyway, after an incident in 2014 where I posted something conservative on Facebook
and got absolutely disproportionately viciously dogpiled for it, most of which came from people
I had been friends with for years, I stopped expressing my political opinions online.
I realised these people weren’t interested in intellectual debate, because their only
tactic was character assassination, ritual humiliation, and eventual ostracization.
And I just couldn’t be bothered with any of that, particularly when I knew, dare I
say, it, that I was much much much smarter than all of the people I would argue with.
Sorry to toot my own horn, but it’s true.
For the record here, if these had been random trolls on Facebook, I wouldn’t have really
cared, because I don’t care what random people have to say about me.
It’s when this highly personal, vitriolic stuff comes from friends that it really stings,
for all the obvious reasons.
The notion that someone can be your good friend of a number of years one day, and then the
next day hurl paragraphs of bile at you on a public forum and refuse to ever speak to
you again, for no other reason than they disagree with your political opinion is very hard to
stomach.
It’s a huge betrayal, and very revealing of the character defect a lot of these regressive
leftists have.
Anyway, from then on, instead of expressing myself online, I let all of my opinions and
my frustration at having nowhere to express them bubble under the surface.
But eventually, I found another outlet for my views, in a much friendlier environment,
which was writing for The Spectator.
These narky, satirical, comedic, certainly provocative articles I wrote got a lot of
really good feedback.
Soon enough, the producers at ABC radio asked me to come and do an interview with them.
The producers of QandA, which is the biggest political panel television show in Australia,
heard the interview, and asked me to do the show.
And I agreed, although I was terrified.
To give you some perspective, the ABC is notorious for having a left wing spin, similar to CNN
and the BBC.
QandA is known as the apex of all that spin, in terms of the structure of the show.
So I knew full well I was being thrown in the deep end bigly, but I figured it was an
amazing opportunity, and it would be a great learning experience and great exposure.
Also, when you’re thrown in the deep end, you learn how to swim very quickly.
And so began my television career.
After that night, producers from different networks started calling me, and I appeared
on a number of different shows intermittently.
Eventually, Sky News Australia gave me a home, and from my regular appearances there I developed
the foundation to create my channel; which is essentially, an extension of what I do
on Sky.
And here we are, 100,000 subscribers later!
Anyway, to rewind a bit, after appearing on QandA, which is the regressive left’s favourite
show, I copped a lot of Twitter trolling.
Obviously.
These new people haranguing me on the internet were people I didn’t know, which was refreshing.
And their chief gripe was that, aside from the fact that I was a millennial woman who
was openly conservative and liked Trump and had appeared on their favourite show on February
6th, 2017, which was only two months after Donald Trump had ruined all their dreams at
the 2016 US election, that I had seemingly come from nowhere.
The attitude was; who was this girl with zero qualifications who used to be an actress and
was now on national television saying things we didn’t like?
You can already gather how bitter these Twitter trolls were and still are that I was given
a platform, and not just the nobodies.
There were a number of blue ticked, very high profile journalists, who are, of course, mostly
women who are feminists, and who are coincidentally twice my size and a decade or more older than
me, who absolutely could not stand me, and launched what can only be described as a campaign
of online misogyny.
A little weird coming from feminists, but whatever.
There was never any intellectual challenge from them, which I would have welcomed; it
was all character attacks and gossip and dogpiling.
And, spurred on by their fearless or fearful leaders, the waves of leftie feminist twitter
trolls jumped on the campaign as well.
However, the ironic thing here is that by doing this, these journos and trolls gave
me more publicity in those early days than I could have paid for.
By throwing my name around so prolifically, even disparagingly, they gained me a following,
and indeed a fanbase of people who liked what I was saying started to defend me.
Were it not for the notoriety I gained on Aussie Twitter back in 2017, the vast majority
of which was pushed by regressive leftist feminists who wanted to destroy me, I probably
would not be where I am now.
Funny, isn’t it?
So, what I would like to do today, just for fun, and to celebrate where I am now, is to
read you a sample of some of the trolling I get on Twitter from these feminists who
played a hand
in pushing my early career.
Now, this isn’t the worst stuff I get on Twitter; that
I don’t feel
the need to give any air to.
This
is the more bizarre, kind of amusing stuff from people who are, in
a number of cases, unhealthily attached to tweeting
about me.
So, without further ado, I, Daisy Cousens, am
going to
read some mean tweets.