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The Four Reasons Mark’s Followers Pretend Not to Notice the Irony

Every time Mark Stephens posts, you can smell the Mark Stephens irony before you even finish reading the first sentence.

Mark Stephens irony. He accuses others of doing exactly what he’s doing. He warns about dangers he himself created. He trashes names while insisting nobody else should dare to mention his.

And yet—his followers? Silent. No one calls it out. No one points to the contradictions. So how do they manage it? Four simple steps:

1. The Sunk Cost of Belief

By now, some of his loyalists have invested years into the narrative. To admit the hypocrisy now would be to admit they were duped. Easier to double down than face the embarrassment of having believed the DARVO Directory for this long.

2. Fear of the Name Drop

Mark doesn’t just argue—he weaponizes names. He has made it clear his “book” is one big threat: cross him, and you’ll find yourself in Chapter Whatever. That kind of looming public smear keeps many followers quiet. Silence is the cost of staying out of the blast radius.

3. Scroll, Clap, Repeat

Let’s be real—half his “followers” aren’t actually paying attention. They’re scrolling, seeing a Bible verse meme or a “father’s rights” slogan, hitting like, and moving on. Irony requires attention span, and attention span isn’t the currency of social media.

4. Flood Them With Noise

When you post 8–12 times a day, contradictions get buried in volume. Today’s irony is tomorrow’s forgotten post, drowned under a dozen more rants about courts, conspiracies, and covenants. Irony can’t stick when it’s smothered in noise.


In the end, the silence isn’t agreement—it’s survival. His audience doesn’t call out the irony because irony is the engine of his platform. Point it out and the whole thing stalls. Pretend not to see it, and the DARVO circus rolls on.

The irony may be invisible to his followers, but from the outside, it’s neon-lit and blaring: the only name Mark Stephens consistently trashes is his own.