The Lomez Dox

TFW the only scalp you claim is your own.

May 15, 2024

In late 2019, shortly after I began writing and tweeting as Peachy Keenan, I was invited to a secret group chat with some smart, interesting people, none of whom I had met in real life. The guy who started the chat was an excellent people curator, and one day he invited a smart, interesting poaster who wrote under the alt “L0m3z.” At the time, I think Lomez had around 3000 followers, which to me, a rookie with like 200 followers, was quite impressive.

In January of 2020, our group chat started to notice that there was a plague on the way, courtesy of what was obviously a lab leak of a bioengineered virus from China. Coincidentally, a few members of the group were planning a visit to L.A., so Mr. Keenan and I invited them to a small gathering at our house so we could all finally meet.

The Evite I chose had the pre-set theme “Raising Awareness,” which seemed hilarious and appropriate. My husband invited Mr. and Mrs. Lomez, since they were within driving distance in California, and they accepted.

An adorable young couple showed up right on time. Lomez thoughtfully gave me a book as a party gift: “Spillover,” about a scary zoonotic virus, which was right on theme.

We had a lovely time meeting our secret rightwing Internet friends over drinks and a fire, and real IRL friendships bloomed. Mr. Keenan and I both agreed afterwards that “Lomez” was going places—it was obvious to us both that this unassuming, friendly academic had all the makings of a true star.

I’m proud to say we were right. We have since become great friends with the Lomezes. They and their children have been at our home multiple times. We have visited their homestead in the hinterlands. Lomez, as you may have guessed, is not just a wordcel—he is also managed to parlay early Covid awareness into successfully moving his family out of California to safer environs.

By comparison, all I used my early Covid awareness to invest in was the last few boxes of N95 masks I found at the local hardware store.

Watching the Lomez trajectory from small anon account to absolutely dominant cultural impresario behind the publishing concern Passage Press has been nothing short of exhilarating. It is a great joy to see your friends become famous and successful—especially when the work they are doing is in line with our shared mission of taking back the culture from the haters and the losers.

It was also obvious from the start of our friendship with the Lomezes that they both are the sort of talented, charismatic, normal people who are always in short supply: the kind who can inspire fanatic loyalty and rekindle a fighting spirit among scattered anons alone in their foxholes. Someone who could light the beacons and call for aid—and get it—if needed.

If calling Lomez the “king of the anons” is too much for you, then perhaps this: there is a lot of potential in someone who is just smart, funny, personable, and has a gift for spotting opportunity.

But being an “anon” when you have a straight job is (or was; 2024 is not 2020) a risk. After all, I became “Peachy Keenan” not just because it’s more fun to tweet with a nom de plume (it is), but because when I started I had a normie job writing for an entertainment studio and would have been instantly fired, perhaps even shot, if they knew there was a dangerous far-right extremist in their midst.

Lomez also had a lot to protect, like his career. In California, at large Hollywood studios or at universities, it is NOT okay to have ideas that do not conform to liberal orthodoxy. It is dangerous, especially if you want to continue to feed your family. Worrying about “opsec” and avoiding doxxers was a major part of my life from 2019 until just last year, when I was forced to “come out” and do television interviews to sell my first book, Domestic Extremist.

I was terrified when I did my first “face reveal” on Fox News last year the day my book came out. I had some stage fright, yes, but I was also crossing the Rubicon—all my ships would be burned in that one moment, and there would be no going back to Normieland.

In case you missed my face reveal last summer, you can watch it here. I even discussed my self-dox with the host.

Harris Faulkner asked me on the air, “Now that you’re out are you going to have your picture on Twitter?” I said “No! Being a twitter anon is very safe and cozy, especially now since Elon Musk bought Twitter.”

But yesterday, Lomez was finally doxxed—his real name, face, and resume revealed to the world. But the reaction to this event only proves one thing: the online gulag rules have changed, and for the better. The hideous freaks who get off on tormenting and harrassing good people on the right out of spite while they stroke themselves can no longer scare us into submission. We don’t care anymore. No one cares anymore. All their big “gotcha!” does is expose themselves as completely and totally powerless—inert, irrelevant, and impotent, and irrevocably so.

Oops, I buried the lede here, my bad: WE WON.

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The doxxing of Lomez in the execrable toilet-paper rag The Guardian was therefore inevitable. Merely existing while not being a leftwing nitwit is not allow! It is perfect, and a tremendous source of mirth, that the Guardian’s chosen hatchet man is a gooner straight out of Central Casting, with a punchable face and dead eyes, like a doll’s eyes.

Like all doxxers, this is a man with no family, no GF, just him and his bitter anger and confusion at being left behind by a world he doesn’t understand. The Lomez doxxer is a Portland loner named “Jason Wilson,” an Australian immigrant who has deep ties to U.S. and perhaps British intelligence, Antifa, and various other anklebiting goon caves.

Shitlibs are the real book banners. Tale as old as time.

The Guardian’s Betsy Reed showing Jason Wilson who to dox next.

Wilson spent months, perhaps close to a year, cyberstalking Lomez. Bro, he’s married bro, he’s just not that into you bro, just get over it bro. Wilson spent weeks of his life contacting old friends and colleagues. He dug as far back as when he was eleven years old! He CALLED HIS WIFE on the phone.

Jason, it would have been cleaner and less humiliating to just slice your testicles off and mail them to Mrs. Lomez and call it a day.

Grotesquely, Wilson even mined the obituary Lomez wrote for his late beloved father as a source for his dirt. Imagine the mental midgetry of someone who proudly let his readers know he did such a thing! I guess “self-awareness” and “bad optics” are not ideas that have filtered down to the bottomfeeder class.

Ever thus to deadbeats.

Hilariously, Wilson could not use a photo of Lomez in his article. Why? Well, let’s just say that some are calling Lomez the Sydney Sweeney of right-wing anons. Boy-next-door handsome and all-American, which is of course absolutely deadly to the misshapen dysgenic freaks of the Institutional Left.

Poor, pathetic Jason Wilson actually included a link to the Lomez’ wedding photos, which revealed a collection of dangerously attractive blondes and handsome, fit fellas. Terrifying, frankly.

Congratulations, Jason: you “revealed” a prom king and his homecoming queen, and now we are all laughing at you. Sad!

My favorite part is Wilson “exposing” that Lomez (trigger warning) had a bar mitzvah. As I said in my recent post, all your favorite and best-looking Twitter anons are mischlings—including me. Mischling vitality FTW!

But even the gross doxxing of Lomez’s part-Jewish heritage in an attempt to sic anti-semites and Guardian readers (but I repeat myself) on him and attack him for his genetic makeup has hopelessly backfired! At this point, too many of the biggest, most popular rightwing anons on X have already been “exposed” as at least part Jewish. Adding one more only starts to call attention to a strange phenomenon: a lot of the right’s top guys are Jews! Wat mean?

And once your biggest hit misses, there is no way to reclaim that lost kinetic energy. It is spent, for good, and your punching arm can only dangle helplessly at your side, forever, atrophied and harmless. Poor Jason Wilson: the clock struck midnight and his Fairy Doxmother turned him back into a Gimp and tugged him back into the dungeon beneath the Guardian’s headquarters to spend eternity.

Why Dox Lomez? And Who Dun It?

Why target someone like Lomez? It’s partially just pure jealousy. They hate him ‘cause they ain’t him, basically. But Wilson and the Guardian have a long and sordid history of going after prominent people on the right. They have an especial fetish for Chris Rufo, so anyone within the Rufo orbit seems to be fair game to them.

But who blew the whistle? Who dropped the dime? Lomez infamously ruffled some feathers on the neocon right when he published his famous essay last year on the concept of the “Longhouse” for First Things magazine.

Several prominent figures who sometimes write for First Things were unhappy with this development. They engaged in some performative pearl-clutching at this elevation of an anon to respectaconability. How dare an esteemed magazine publish an unwashed anon from the wilds of the Internet? Editor Justin Lee is a F.o.L. [friend of Lomez] and had nothing to do with it, but perhaps some weirdos had a bee in their bonnet and wanted to take him down after that.

To twist the knife, the essay inspired superstar fashion designer Elena Velez, the most influential designer in New York these days, to theme her entire fall 2023 line and her shockingly avant-garde Fashion Week runway show on Lomez’s Longhouse article.

Her Longhouse show and her most recent collection led, of course, to Velez dressing none other than Taylor Swift, who wears a preemo Velez frock in her new video for Fortnight. (The song’s a banger, actually.)

I guess it’s only a matter of time before Travis Kelce is photographed reading Steve Sailer’s new Passage Press book, Noticing. (It’s great, you should buy it today!)

Let’s find out what the results of the dox are so far:

Jason Wilson committed a career-ending self-own and will never dox anyone again.
Lomez gained over 14,000 followers (!!!) on X and counting, in just a couple hours. Is this a new record?
Passage Press, which Lomez launched alone on Twitter and built into a successful business through sheer will and wits, is now on track to see its sales skyrocket, thanks in part to Jason Wilson’s months of unpaid labor. Someone should send him flowers.

BREAKING: Passage Press just announced their new promocode “Wilson” — use it now for free shipping!

Let this be a warning to all the haters and the doxxers: cry more. Gnash your teeth. Rend your dorky garments. Commence your wailing. Ululate alone in your studio apartments. You have no power here. Your attempts at will damage backfire bigly. Give up. Surrender!

Now begone, before someone drops a dox on you!