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My name is Joshua Markle.
When Project Black Phoenix first went live, it wasn’t polished, it wasn’t diplomatic — it was rage. Raw, unfiltered, unedited rage. I was a seat-belted passenger in a wreck that nearly killed me, and instead of being protected, I was forced to enter into a fight to protect myself from the companies I'd paid my wh
My name is Joshua Markle.
When Project Black Phoenix first went live, it wasn’t polished, it wasn’t diplomatic — it was rage. Raw, unfiltered, unedited rage. I was a seat-belted passenger in a wreck that nearly killed me, and instead of being protected, I was forced to enter into a fight to protect myself from the companies I'd paid my whole adult life for this exact situation. My wife was blamed. The people who were supposed to help us, laughed, delayed, denied, and tried to bury us under bills and back us into a corner.
I was already bleeding in other ways. My mother who was my best friend had my father passed 6 months later, and instead of being allowed to grieve, people close to me took advantage of that vulnerable window to steal from me. So when the accident hit, when the insurance companies pulled their tricks, when landlords and lawyers piled on — yeah, I snapped. I used Black Phoenix as a place to document, to defend myself, and to fire back with everything I had. It came out bitter, angry, unhinged at times. And you know what? I don’t apologize for the anger. I was fighting for my life.
But here’s the shift: Black Phoenix isn’t about vengeance anymore. It’s about truth. It’s about accountability. It’s about showing that the rage was justified — but that rage has been harnessed into something bigger than me. A movement to make sure no other American family gets gutted by the very systems that are supposed to protect them.
So if the early version looked like a battlefield, that’s because it was. And if the new version looks like a light, that’s because it is. It will stay lit for anyone who has been through the fire and decided to rise from the ashes.
Meet the Markles
Every picture tells a story, but this one — us standing in front of that white Mercedes with the big red bow — feels like another lifetime. Jess loved that car, I couldn’t stand it, but that wasn’t the point. The point was the look on her face — happiness, pride, and the feeling that we were moving forward together.
Life s
Meet the Markles
Every picture tells a story, but this one — us standing in front of that white Mercedes with the big red bow — feels like another lifetime. Jess loved that car, I couldn’t stand it, but that wasn’t the point. The point was the look on her face — happiness, pride, and the feeling that we were moving forward together.
Life since then has been anything but simple. We’ve faced loss, betrayal, accidents, and fights we never asked for. But through it all, one thing has never changed: we don’t give up on each other.
Project Black Phoenix is built on that same truth. It isn’t just my voice, or my fight — it’s our story. It’s about love refusing to die, even in the middle of chaos. Jess has her own words to share here, and when you read them, you’ll understand why we keep standing, why we keep fighting, and why integrity is the only way forward.
THIS IS THE START OF THE NONSENSE. THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE MODERATE DAMAGE VIA THE POLICE REPORT
THEY GUTTED ME LIKE A FISH
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Before the crash, we had a good life. You’ll see the pictures above — smiles, trips, the cars, the coins, the life we built together piece by piece. We weren’t rich, but we had stability, plans, and purpose. I was working, Jessica was with me, and we were fighting forward. We had a foundation.
Then came the wreck. In one moment, everything flipped. A semi-truck changed our lives, and the chain reaction that followed was worse than the crash itself. Tubes down my throat. Bones broken. My body barely holding together. But what should have been the point where help stepped in turned into a nightmare that kept dragging on.
Insurance companies that I paid, month after month, turned their backs. Instead of protection, we got delays, denials, and threats. Regulators who were supposed to enforce the rules looked the other way. Courts that were supposed to be neutral assigned judges with conflicts. Every safeguard that’s supposed to exist for people like us? It failed.
We lost our footing. Housing collapsed. Work collapsed. Surgery piled on top of surgery. The bills kept coming while the coverage we paid for evaporated. We weren’t just fighting to recover; we were fighting to survive a system that made it clear: you’re on your own.
That’s the truth. After the wreck, the system didn’t just fail us — it tried to bury us. But I refused to stay buried. That’s why Project Black Phoenix exists. To put the record in front of the public. To show exactly how fast a good life can be destroyed when those with power choose profit over people.
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