Allow It All To Collapse



I have a guttural need to scream so loud my voice is heard on the other side of the world. It makes no difference what side of the aisle you sit on—this week has been a shitshow. We live in a country where perpetrators are protected, and survivors continue to be victimized. More than a thousand survivors and more than thirty years since the first report, yet justice is nowhere to be found. The only descriptive words I can think of are "Twilight Zone." In reference to the Epstein files, I've begun using the term "the gift that just keeps on giving." Of course, this is sarcasm. What these files are, is a never-ending deluge of depravity. 

What we are witnessing unfold goes beyond unsettling. For individuals who have experienced physical, sexual, and sadistic abuse, the notion that there is something worse in this world is not an idea that is comfortable to entertain. We know the pain and anguish we have experienced, and to hear accounts from the abyss and see into another layer of pure evil and darkness is gutwrenching.


The depravity runs so deep that it makes most people want to look away, but that right there is why we should not look away. Be better than those who sit in power. Listen and observe what is happening. Hold space for the victims and their trauma, then do better. Unlike the Attorney General, be brave enough to stand face to face, stare into their eyes, and see their pain and turmoil. Turning away from the atrocities equates to complicity, and we are enduring enough complicit and compliant behavior in this country. At this point, our entire Department of Justice, past and present, should be charged with accessory after the fact. Oh no, "If we arrest every perpetrator, the system will collapse." That is precisely what needs to happen. I firmly believe you must make a mess to clean it up. Put every last predator under a magnifying glass, burn them, and allow the system to collapse. Maybe then we have a chance of America being great again.

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