From Cryptologist to Con
My Backstory in Silver Bullets
From cryptologist to Ex-felon, from SIGINT to solitary, from nuclear subs to ConAir, from Government Issue to government property. This is the story of my personal journey. See my unusual tale and how these experiences give me a perspective unlike any other.
Losers in Writing School
My first college major was creative writing but as a straight-laced freshman I never fit in with the banal pot head writers. I decided I needed more real world experience. So I became a journalist where I cut my investigative teeth.
Study Abroad
I also studied Japanese including a year in Hikone. I lived in a home stay where I experienced Japanese family life, which changed me. Afterwards, I focused exclusively on Japanese and transferred to UW Madison.
Talk to the Hand
I moved to Japan where I lived in a tiny apartment in the countryside and taught English. Known for my Cookie Monster puppet skills, I quickly learned something odd: even salarymen will earnestly talk to the puppet. It was an important lesson.
911 Called. I answered.
The same year I returned to the US, the Twin Towers fell. I was freelance interpreting with some govt contractors. I wanted to help my country so I joined. Not as an officer. As enlisted. A typical kanji fan, I always want to make things harder.
Upload: Mandarin.
I killed the ASVAB, and did very well on the DLAB. But not high enough to get into Chinese. I flashed my degree cred and pointed out I had near professional fluency in written Japanese. That’s how I talked my way into that language. I wasn’t lying. At my peak, I could read and WRITE fluently in three character sets: Japanese kanji, simplified Chinese, and traditional Chinese. I’ll always prefer the traditional Chinese. It just makes more sense.
Fun fact: I don’t understand praise.
I was awarded by the command for saving the life of a kid -- an act I tried to commit like a crime hoping no one would find the culprit. During the ceremony, I was so embarrassed I tried to talk them out of it. The CO got mad. I realized that duty sometimes involves allowing others to praise you. It’s a thing the humans do.
Fun fact: I never worked the watchfloor.
Every linguist at NSA Hawaii works the watchfloor. It’s a rough mission with irregular hours. I heard there was another mission that would make use of my Japanese and Mandarin. Which I talked my way into. It was way more intellectually challenging but the hours were regular. I got a JCOM, my highest award.
Adversity: Forge
I volunteered for sub duty. Even battle-hardened SEALs nope out of a sub ride. It’s a sealed off floating factory loaded with radioactive, caustic, and explosive materials and zero personal space. I hot-racked on a torpedo bed.
Nonetheless, we were intel “riders” and thus looked down upon by crew who said we were “prima donas” and not real submariners. So the command mandated all riders would become sub qualified. I balked. I thought the bubble heads were right. We really weren’t one of them. We were intel Sailors and had our own culture and quals. To punish me, they kept me on high rotation. The joke was on them as I do things the hard way for fun. I racked up 3+/3 DLPT scores simultaneously in Japanese and Mandarin. I also set the command record for op-tempo, but they wouldn’t enter that into the books despite the fact that I had become the most reliable, experienced, and proficient spook in Hawaii.
In the end? I won. They dropped the sub qual requirement while denying me my end of tour award. The other riders were outraged at the chiefs so at the last minute, they made a plaque.
Rounding it off.
The Snowden revelations were the last straw. I let the chiefs know I wouldn’t be reenlisting for a third time. Before my 12 years were up, I got a Masters in Library and Information Science from U Hawaii (Beta Phi Mu honors). And someone in the Chiefs’ mess liked me. My last job was working as the Command Language Program Manager. I smashed the budget, putting losers out of jobs and saving tax payers a million bucks. And when the Chiefs complained I reminded them that Obama told us to make to the budget fight hurt.
Corporate Law.
I returned to civilian life working corporate intelligence for HaynesBoone in Dallas. It lasted until I spoke out against using DEI hiring quotas. They let me go. I was devastated. I believed I’d never work again. I was right. But not yet.
LoneStar Analysis
I got picked up by LoneStar Analysis
It was a dream job. Research cutting edge tech markets for contractors gunning for fat govt checks. Lasers. Hypersonics. Micro Sats. Panel Antennae. Drones. Yas! They were a great crew.
I Knew.
On my way to my hotel room the night of January 6, 2021 I told my wife over the phone that they were going to start rounding up Conservatives next. She laughed. But I had worked the counter-China CCP mission. I understood Communism.
I was right.
At LoneStar, one lonely crystal witch eager for a pretense to connect with a lost work husband ratted me out. There was a real awkward 3 months between when they told me what they had done and the actual arrest. I was betrayed. They let me go once arrested. It hurt.
The J6 Fallout.
I was hated. And unemployed. This time for good. People wanted to hire me but when they found out what I was going through they kept their distance. Who says only criminals fear the FBI? I was running on fumes. I was going to lose my house.
“You’re not going to lose your house.”
My attorney Marina Medvin told me. I chose her because so many other J6ers were complaining that their attorneys had divided loyalties. With former NRA GC Marina, there was zero ambiguity where she stood with the Conservative movement.
New Friends.
Marina mentioned Dinesh D’Souza was interested in helping J6ers. So I reached out to him via his website contact page, expecting nothing. He responded and started giving me work.
I was officially self-employed. It was rough going. The feds helped realize a dream.
More Friends.
Dinesh D’Souza was one client. The other was the Caesar Rodney Institute who we were connected to via my wife.
How a Spy Gets Revenge
The Feds were blind to the fact I secretly worked with two of the biggest 2020 “election deniers” in the country while being under investigation for participating in questioning the Biden regime’s legitimacy. They never knew because I was smart and kept my name out of the press. I weaponized stealth. It’s what any good spy would do. That’s how I did my part to undermine the official narrative.
Everyone is familiar with D’Souza’s 2000 Mules documentary.
Likewise Caesar Rodney’s research on CTCL was featured in The Federalist and New York Post.
Shapeshifting Judge
The trial didn’t commence until July 2023. Judge Nichols sent the 1512 charge to SCOTUS. But he also let the prosecutors abuse him. He also jettisoned the “beyond a reasonable doubt” standard for a “common sense inference.” He came across as scared.
Verdict: Guilty! Sort of.
I officially became a felon that day. Oddly, it would take him 9 months to reverse course on several of his own decisions -- all misdemeanors. During those 9 months, I was incarcerated in DC DOC.
Vigil Call-Ins
While incarcerated in DC, I made it a habit to call in regularly to the J6 Vigil and even did several scripted commentaries. I never directly referenced my own case, yet my snark got the ire of the prosecutors. I was advised to stop calling.
Sentencing
The DOJ wanted to put me away for 5 years despite the fact I never made physical contact with police. Karl gave me 3. In a few weeks I was whisked out of DC to ... Philadelphia with 6 other J6ers. After 1 month, all but one other were gone.
Final Destination
One more ConAir flight to Oklahoma. It’s an odd combination prison and airport. I stayed there for a while before getting a bus trip to “Bloody” Beaumont, Texas. I was assigned to the Low Security facility despite my background and charges qualifying me for camp. But camps aren’t for J6ers I was told.
Election
Watching the election from prison was nerve-wracking because there was only MSM to go by and that coverage was always bleak. But I wouldn’t leave the TV room until I knew for sure who had won. The night still feels like a dream. If Trump hadn’t won, I’d still be there. In some ways, I still am.
Pardons All Around
The day of the inauguration came and there were many speeches where I hung on every word. But no one mentioned J6ers. I started to lose hope. Then, at around 7pm, we got word: “Pack your stuff. You’re leaving. Tonight!”
Home At Last!
Imagine waking up in prison and going to bed at home. Finally reunited with my darling wife, it was the storybook ending I never dared to hope for. And now that I’m back, I have one goal: Fight them. Fight them all.
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Reporter, Teacher, Sentinel, Spook, Librarian, Analyst, Research Consultant, Activist, J6 Inmate, Writer. I pushed a shield at the Capitol and Judge Nichols thought my reward for surviving the Epiphany Massacre should be that I be in prison when my mother died. Now I’m picking up the pieces of my life desperately clawing my way back to that rarest of treasures: The Better Day. Languages: English, Japanese, Mandarin.
Matt da Silva once worked at the highest levels of government trust as a Japanese and Mandarin Navy linguist. In addition to working at the tip of the intel spear, he also has the distinction of having served 18 months in federal prison for his involvement in Jan 6. Now he’s pardoned and using his intel analysis and writing skills in defense of the 21st century civil rights movement known as the MAGA movement. You can find more of his writings at his substack (which is free). You may also want to give him a follow on X and TruthSocial or watch his videos on his Rumble channel, J6 Matt Cast. Please subscribe!
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I really enjoyed reading this! Japan in the 90’s was truly beautiful. I am praying for you!
Fight them. Fight them all!
Nightmare is over, but not the memories of it