Censorship is admission of total defeat, being listed is punk rock now. Scribe punk, repeat, repeat, repeat. Pop punk too, the commands are just too much, the guidelines are flimsy, so inabsolute. Limiting the freedom of our own minds to decide, the freedom of our own minds to think alternately, creatively, and yes, badly. Take your thinking back.
These are heel people, defending, debunking, delaying, denying, drowning. Get on your toes, street fighters know how to end it quick. But the win is miserable, broken knuckles, shrieks and screams, shattered glass and shattered dignity for all involved. A bad, bad look, regardless of gender. Best to let the debunkers bunk each other, keep the stress low.
Debunkers are the modern propagandists, the teams, the tribes, the professionals. Lots of bunks to debunk so get moving, keep the pressure on, wait til the actual truths get revealed, the debunkers will debunk all day and night. The best, and most experienced, debunkers will be in high demand. They could try to get by with the cheaper hoaxers, but they only work with the really gullible. Debunkers want to party, want to drink the party juice, want to party with the party, and only the party.