by Travis Mateer

When I appeared on Tin Foil Hat on November 24th, 2021, I was trying to turn my content creation into a full-time job. Platforms like Rokfin claimed to be censorship-free IF you were allowed to use them, but my application to Rokfin was never accepted. After somehow running afoul of Mark Steeves, the guy who does the booking for Tripoli, I was effectively blacklisted from MULTIPLE opportunities to continue sharing my perspective on the topics I’ve written about for years, including homelessness.
Mark Steeves also has his own podcast in addition to a podcast collective I was invited to join, then kicked off of. Here’s the email pitch for the cool-kids club:

It’s funny now to read about this “professional” community of podcasters because there’s nothing professional about how Mark Steeves conducts his business for himself and his boss, Sam Tripoli, as this very articulate email response to me indicates:

Am I an asshole? Yes, I certainly can be. Does that change the fact I am doing amazing work exposing local corruption in Missoula with potentially national implications if what I knew came to light? No, but don’t tell that to the “synchromystic” who was told I’m pretty kick-ass by a fellow synchronicity researcher.

Despite making big financial investments for equipment and technology, and despite making the rounds to provide podcast interviews to promote my work, my attempt to launch a podcast was not successful for a number of reasons, including my own poor choices in choosing a co-host to help me expose local corruption. Those choices now have me facing criminal charges with a court date coming May 1st.
Doesn’t the legal persecution of a local truth-teller sound like interesting content, narrative controllers?

If it was just podcasters giving me the sads by ignoring my BIG ego, I’d possibly be more capable of bouncing back from my trip to Butthurtville, but there’s also the entire LOCAL media landscape in Montana driving me nuts, and on topics that I’m a fucking expert in, like homelessness.
Before I get to the Urban Camp Working Group charade, let’s look at how excited The Pulp is about moving into their new office space in the ZACC:
Hey There,
If you know the story of The Pulp, you know about the Missoula Independent, the alt-weekly newspaper that was shut down by Lee Enterprises in September 2018. After losing our paper and home, Indy staffers began to discuss how we might start another publication. We had nowhere to meet but coffee houses, bakeries, and bars—all welcoming places that often offered us complimentary drinks and pastries. But then, an artist named Geoff Pepos reached out to us to say he had an office at the Zootown Arts Community Center. He was able to work from home and wanted to let us use the office while we figured out our next move.
I had gotten to know Geoff when I interviewed him for a story about virtual reality. He was building a VR world set in Glacial Lake Missoula—“either 10,000 years in the past or 10,000 years in the future.” (That’s the magical way Geoff conceived of place and time). Glacial Lake Missoula VR was a laboratory to explore music and visual experience, and Geoff had lots of ideas about how the technology might enhance people’s lives, especially people who don’t have access to far-off places or expensive machines.
The ZACC was located on the Northside back then, and a small crew of us would go to Geoff’s office and gather around a whiteboard to brainstorm ideas on building a new paper. That’s where The Pulp’s seeds were planted (though we didn’t know it then). And over the next few years, as former Indy staffers moved away, and life (and a pandemic) happened, I stayed in touch with Geoff here and there. He eventually gave up his studio at the ZACC, but he was still engaged with the arts and music community, and with his particular talent for using technology, like VR and AR, creatively.
A couple of weeks ago, Geoff suddenly and unexpectedly passed away. A week later, The Pulp was offered its first home: an office in the ZACC. We will move in soon. I wish I could tell Geoff thank you for giving us a temporary garden to cultivate our early identity. We’re excited to now be putting down roots in one of Missoula’s most vibrant art hubs. But we will miss Geoff’s bright, kind presence in the community. I didn’t know him well—not like some people did—but he was, to me, one of Missoula’s quintessential creative spirits, always doing cool things. Hard to imagine this place without him.
Congratulations, Pulp! I’m so glad you are moving into the building Nick Checota helped the ZACC purchase. Hopefully you produce the kind of gelded content this town requires to remain strategically ignorant about everything that actually matters.
The Missoulian article about the Urban Camp Working Group provides another catalyst for my butthurt state of perpetual indignation. From the link (emphasis mine):
Establishing an additional Temporary Safe Outdoor Space percolated to the top of the priority list for the Missoula Urban Camping Working Group this week, but finalized solutions remain unclear with only two remaining scheduled meetings.
The Missoula City Council and 12 other community members spent five hours on Wednesday exploring prospective policy to remedy people sleeping outside in public spaces. That number, according to the city, is roughly 100 people in tents and vehicles.
The working group spent much of the day brainstorming both an overarching city policy around urban camping, as well as specific ordinances that the council can pass to alleviate the issue in the short-term.
If this is what came out of Wednesday’s meeting, then citizens in Missoula are in trouble, and I say that as a FUCKING EXPERT who was quoted in this stupid town’s FIRST 10 year plan to end homelessness.
Before repeating the TSOS model, I suggest our local leaders pay attention to what the fuck I’m exposing about the homeless industrial complex, including the alleged actions of this woman:

Yes, the woman my sources tell me has knowledge about how Joey Thompson ended up dead in the river is just ONE of the people out there “helping” the homeless. Did Jim Hicks from the Union Gospel Mission ever call me back after I reached out to him? Nope, they want to keep enabling people like April and other two-faced grifters preying on vulnerable people for whatever they can get out of it.
Reading further in the article just deepens my level of butthurt, like when I see the name of a former volunteer of mine getting quoted because he’s now a municipal judge. Back when Jake Coolidge was a graduate student doing this thesis on how AMAZING my coordination of the Homeless Outreach Team was, this community appreciated my perspective. Now Jake is a part of a court-system currently chewing me up and getting ready to spit me out in a month.
Here’s my former volunteer talking about addressing the core issues of what he’s now helping to enable (emphasis mine):
Members also questioned how judges can impose reasonable penalties against homeless people, and Missoula Justice Court Judge Jacob Coolidge said many proposed options are mostly dead-end ideas.
He said the framework around punishing the unhoused is broken because the city keeps trying to remedy issues in court rather than provide services.
“I believe the more valuable intervention mechanism is with the officers and referrals to services at the initial point,” Coolidge said. “… if the thing that keeps someone from housing is lack of resources and gaps of services, that’s what we need to give them.”
Well, Jake, I don’t know how to tell you this nicely, so let me just be blunt and state that many of the “officers” you think should be doing more actually DESPISE you and your fellow Municipal Court judges for what they see as your political decisions to REMOVE the stick from the carrot/stick equation.
A poet and unpaid citizen journalist like myself with a creative writing degree shouldn’t have to be explaining how the simple equation of INCENTIVE and CONSEQUENCE is supposed to work, but there’s so much goddamn FAILURE everywhere I look, I just can’t seem to help myself.
I get it, I can come off as an insufferable egomaniac with zero patience and even less fucks to give for the sensitivities of others who aren’t engaged in a local information war against this cabal-tentacle with ties to Pritzkers and other creatures that go bump in the night.
I’m risking coming off as a whiny little bitch in order to examine the new layers of narrative control developing with people like Sam Tripoli because I think it’s important. Also, can we agree that once you make an appearance on Joe Rogan, your claims of being heavily censored is kinda bullshit?

While Tripoli gets to be a guest on one of the biggest podcasts out there, I go trolling for opportunities to throw micro-tantrums on Twitter.

It’s not just me and my research that I want people to take seriously, it’s this entire region–the weird Pacific Northwest–that I think people should be paying attention to, and for some serious reasons I’ll be getting into next week.
When I get trolled by a movie like Miss Congeniality, it feels like a confirmation of my hunch that there’s something brewing in the northwest, and Missoula is a big part of it. Movies have played a BIG role in influencing my thinking on Hollywood’s investment in narrative control, especially a movie like Donnie Darko because a scene in that film echoes a tragedy in my own life when my friend Lisa was hit and killed by a drunk driver on April 1st.
I am mentioning Donnie Darko because I just came across a little factoid about Jake Gyllenhaal’s reprisal of the Dalton character from the reboot of Road House. Am I being trolled with this esoteric middle-finger thrown in my face?

From the link (emphasis mine):
In March of 2023, spoilers were leaked about the upcoming remake. Barstool Sports posted behind-the-scenes footage of the filming of the new movie. The footage shows that Elwood Dalton’s character is a MMA fighter from Missoula, Montana.
When I sat down to watch the new movie, I was anticipating seeing the scene from the leaked footage. I couldn’t wait to hear the announcer say “FIGHTING OUT OF MISSOULA, MONTANA!”
Instead, we get an entire scene where Dalton briefly explains his origin story. Talking about how he is “from Montana.” Only to elaborate and go on to say “A little town called Missoula.”
Do I want to remain in a perpetual state of butthurt? No, I do not, but things in Zoom Town are getting pretty serious for me, so I’m just taking things day by day until I join the homeless ranks in June to fully embrace becoming the TRASH ALCHEMIST.
On my worst days, I’m a bitter cunt throwing mantrums on Twitter, but on my BEST days, I’m a fucking rock star with a ukulele and an ability to rhyme that’s so damn good, my words will reverberate LONG after I’m gone.
To all you narrative controllers out there, that isn’t a threat, it’s a fucking promise.
Thanks for reading.

















