What Was Meant to Be Seen
Well… it seems I’ve had the pleasure of reading some very sharp observations from my fellow correspondents.
And one cannot help but notice, there’s a certain… weariness settling in.
Not because we don’t believe. Quite the opposite.
But because of what we are being asked to believe… and how.
Because let us be clear: today was not about capturing a moment.
It was about creating one.
What happened at Tartan Day in New York was not something that unfolded naturally, but rather a narrative being actively constructed, shaped in real time and then presented as something cohesive.
And that distinction matters.
Especially when we consider that the public, as always, captured multiple moments throughout the event. “Spontaneous” footage… and, interestingly enough, even a repetition of what we saw at the premiere, with MW being ignored once again.
And yet… when we turn to Instagram, this supposed “happy relationship” simply isn’t there, is it?
What we have instead are scattered fan videos, fragments without context, without structure, without the polish of an intentional narrative.
And that, in itself, says quite a lot.
Because if this was truly the story meant to be told… wouldn’t the most obvious place to reinforce it be his own platform?
And yet, there is nothing.
No photos. No moments. No trace of that version of events.
Which makes the entire construction feel, at the very least… inconsistent.
Or perhaps… not as aligned as intended.
And when we add one final detail, it becomes even harder to ignore:
Sam has always protected his family. Consistently. Deliberately.
Which only makes today’s narrative feel even more… out of character.
In fact, it only makes it all feel even more… questionable.
And I won’t even begin to touch on the matter of the MW’s child, the exposure, the way she was being carried, placed right there, in the middle of it all.
But perhaps… that is a conversation for another time.
See you My Friends!
