If you’ve been on the Rolling with Scissors website in the past couple days, you might’ve seen the 4/20 post. If not? Well, let me guess—you rely on Instagram to tell you what’s new. And Instagram, being the perfect little content cop it is, decided you didn’t need to see that one.

Why? I don’t know. Maybe it was the pot leaf. Maybe it was a certain smug, squinty Texan. Apparently, Instagram has a problem with either a picture of a plant or the all right all right all right guy.

And honestly? I don’t care which one it was. The algorithm freaked out like I posted a manifesto written in blood. The post vanished from some feeds, got buried in others, and that was that.

And here’s the kicker—I’m not even sure which part offended the almighty content gods. Was it the weed? Was it McConaughey? Was it just vibes? Doesn’t matter. The point is, it got flagged. And so, a bunch of you missed it.

Actually, you missed two.

One of them I might repackage for Instagram later—but the 4/20 post? Nah. You don’t get that one now. The image was cool. The message was fun. But apparently, that crosses a line.

Meanwhile, the same platform lets people post misinformation, hate speech, and absolute sewage every day and call it “free speech.” But if I toss up a leaf or reference a stoner icon? Now I’m the danger?

Screw the algorithm. And screw you, Mark.

Yes. That Mark.

And While We’re At It…

Let’s talk about what this really means. Because when platforms start quietly limiting reach, shadowbanning posts, and deciding for you what’s “safe,” what do you think happens next?

You think it stops at pot leaves and McConaughey?

Because this isn’t a warning about what might happen anymore. It’s happening. Right now.

The Cheeto in Charge is already back in power. This isn’t “what if”—it’s what now. And even though he publicly claimed he was distancing himself from Agenda 2025, let’s not kid ourselves—he’s following it line by line. The people behind it aren’t hiding. The policies are being drafted. And the groundwork is being laid to silence anyone who steps out of line.

They’re already talking about making it illegal to question the government—specifically, to criticize the president. Let that sink in. You post something they don’t like, and suddenly it’s “disinformation.” You ask a question, and suddenly you’re “undermining national unity.” And what happens if he wakes up one day and decides that people on social media are being “too negative,” and just tells the platforms to flip the kill switch on anyone who doesn’t agree with him?

What happens if the government starts tossing people in jail just for talking?

If that sounds extreme, so did everything else—until it started happening.

And before you go, “Well hey, you signed up for Instagram, you knew what the rules were,” let me stop you right there.

No. I didn’t.

And I’d bet money you didn’t either. Because nobody reads the fucking user agreement. Most people scroll past and click “accept” so they can get to the pictures. I probably know more about it than most people because of my job, and even I couldn’t tell you exactly what imaginary line I crossed when I posted a pot leaf and a movie quote.

So yeah, technically, I could just walk away from Instagram. And believe me, I’ve thought about it more than once. But here’s the truth: if I did that, I’d feel like I was letting my listeners down. I’d be letting my readers down. The ones who do want to hear what I have to say. The ones who have come to expect realness—not algorithms and ad-driven bullshit.

So no, this isn’t just about a 4/20 blog post. It’s about what happens when we let platforms—and governments—decide what’s okay to say, to hear, to share.

First, they came for the pot leaf.

Next, they’ll come for the playlist.

And when they do? I hope you’ll remember who kept speaking when it was “just a post.”

This is exactly why I don’t post directly to social media anymore.

I’m tired of the censorship. Tired of chasing an algorithm. Tired of watching decent people get buried while garbage floats to the top. So if you want the real stuff? You’ll find it here—on the website. Unfiltered. Unflagged. And not at the mercy of some corporate AI overlord with a content allergy.