Firsthand account of whistleblowing

I blew the whistle on Bank of America, which led to me being labelled a terror suspect (which also led to me accidentally activating homeland security), which in turn led to me becoming a blogger.

Now I continuously post updates to my blog: A Day in the Life of a Whistleblower, hoping enough people will notice if I die or disappear.

When I try telling people about what’s going on in my life (including working with Anonymous people in masks, being tracked by the banks and the government, etc), they blow me off.

I’ve written blogs detailing the many ways I’ve been harassed simply for telling the truth, with this particular blog detailing how my whistleblowing journey led to me being admitted to an emergency room against my will, strapped to a gurney, injected with drugs, and more: The Tale of The Missing Dog Tag…

My work has gotten me writing gigs in several major blogs, including the Huffington Post, and I’ve even discussed some of my experiences on the radio, podcasts, and more: 0002: Brian Penny – Whistle-blower, Blogger, and SEO & Social Media Marketing Expert

Despite my many efforts, it feels like my life is a constant struggle to prove I’m not a liar. I’ve ended up having to publicly admit to my every vice (I’m an avid pot smoker stuck living in a state and country where it’s frowned upon) as a way to shield myself from blackmail. Even still, my most recent ex told me she’s been contacted by bank and is considering working with them to further smear my name and question my character: Sometimes The Good People Surprise You…