The Microphone Matters: Why I Built Misinformation Sucks (And Why I'm Building Something Louder)

By Michael Portney

They say history is written by the victors. But that’s only half the con. The full truth? History is written by whoever has the guts to grab the mic, crank the gain, and tell their story so loud the walls rattle and the cowards flinch. It's a fact that unflinching authenticity always drowns out lies, deceptions, and manipulations

This is the story of how I learned that. How the gaslighting of my own life turned into a war on silence. And how Misinformation Sucks was born as a weapon—not just a website.

Part I: The Quiet Lies

I come from a family that valued silence more than sanity. The kind of place where abuse doesn’t exist if nobody talks about it, and truth is only valid if it doesn’t make Thanksgiving awkward. I grew up swallowing contradictions like vitamins. Every scream that never got acknowledged, every injustice written off as "overreaction"—those were my first lessons in narrative control. I learned early that you can be right and still lose if your story stays in your throat.

The first time I said out loud, "This isn’t normal," it wasn’t met with comfort. It was met with gaslight. The flame that burns your reality to keep someone else’s intact. The goal wasn’t to understand—it was to shut me up. I didn’t realize it then, but that moment planted the seed of something louder.

Part II: The Ones Who Dare to Tell It

Fast forward to adulthood, and the game hadn’t changed. The world just got more efficient at silencing truth. Only now it wasn’t just family—it was algorithms, institutions, political parties, and billion-dollar platforms that decide which facts get traction and which get shadowbanned. That’s when the lesson hit home:

History doesn’t belong to the winners. It belongs to the storytellers.

And storytelling, in this climate, is warfare. If you tell the story that cuts against the grain, expect the censors. Expect the smear campaigns. Expect to be labeled a conspiracy theorist for noticing the architecture of control. But here’s the thing—they can’t cancel what they can’t contain. And once I realized that, I knew I needed my own platform. My own goddamn microphone.

Part III: Enter Misinformation Sucks

Misinformation Sucks didn’t start as a company. It started as an exorcism. A place to vomit up every lie I’d swallowed and hold it to the light. I wasn’t trying to be neutral. I wasn’t pretending to be polite. I wanted to make propaganda fun again. But this time, weaponized against the manipulators.

The site became a sandbox of satire and slanderous truth. A place where fake news got crucified with style. Where my trauma got alchemized into dark humor and righteous vitriol. Where articles read like diss tracks against gaslighters in suits.

And people started listening. Not millions, not yet. But enough to know I was onto something. The microphone was working. But it needed more juice.

Part IV: Bigger, Louder, Meaner

A handheld mic is fine in a bar fight, but I’m building a sonic cannon. A propaganda machine that makes Alex Jones look like an AM radio intern. I'm talking full-spectrum narrative warfare:

• Satirical bots that infiltrate threads like rhetorical sleeper agents

• Podcasts that blend truth serum and comedy like Molotov cocktails with punchlines

• AI-powered media that doesn't just fact-check—it fact-fucks the whole discourse

Because this isn’t just about me anymore. This is about anyone who ever got shouted down, ghosted, or algorithmically buried for telling a story that mattered. We need more than voices—we need reverberation.

The next phase is simple: Build the loudest possible megaphone for truth, dressed in drag as entertainment. Create characters. Fictional influencers. Satire as psyop. Humor as a trojan horse for real cultural insurgency.

Part V: The Future Has a Feedback Loop

If you think this sounds like a revolution, you’re right. But not with guns. With punchlines, code, and memes. We are not marching in the streets—we are marching across screens. Every viral tweet, every blog post, every AI avatar we unleash is a declaration of independence from the narrative plantation.

The goal? To break reality open and rebuild it. To give the microphone to the ones who never got it. And to be so loud, they can’t gaslight us back into silence.

Misinformation Sucks is the beginning. But what’s coming next? That’s the part they should be afraid of. Because once you hand the mic to someone who’s been silenced too long, they don’t just talk.

They roar.

I can't wait to share with you what I'm building.