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Thanks to privileged, entitled women like Amber Heard and Blake Lively, the powerful “victim card” is starting to provide diminishing returns for white women, and it must be very terrifying for them. I mean, what’s the world coming to if a hottie can’t feel safe enough to commit an act of violence against the evil patriarchy by slapping Clavicular in the face at the club?

Yesterday, a Federal judge dismissed the claim of sexual harassment that Blake Lively added to her lawfare campaign against Justin Baldoni for alleged “harassment” that included non-consensual nuzzling while dancing and simulated nakedness for a birthing scene. Yes, really.

During a January court hearing, Lively’s lawyer Esra Hudson had argued that Baldoni repeatedly went too far, including by deviating from the script by adding unnecessary sexual content.

Hudson alleged this included a dance sequence in which Baldoni “nuzzled” Lively without consent, and a scene when Lively’s character was giving birth and ​she was pressured to wear little clothing and simulate nudity.

Liman wrote that Baldoni’s alleged conduct appeared to be directed towards Lively’s character in the scene, rather than Lively herself.

“Creative ​artists, no less than comedy room writers, must have some amount of space to experiment within the bounds of an agreed script without fear ⁠of being held liable for sexual harassment,” the judge wrote.

Here’s the problem: women don’t want actual equality, they want social power, and like most fallible humans seduced by the intoxicating effects of power, once they get a taste of it they can’t get enough. Then, what usually happens next, is that those who acquire this kind of power start acting tyrannical with it because why wouldn’t they?

The fear of becoming targeted by this social power removes accountability and the fear of consequences for those wielding it, so inevitably we see the kind of behavior pictured above: a young, attractive white women casually assaulting someone on camera, then acting shocked and horrified when confronted with the consequence.

The entire fabric of society is now deeply enmeshed in the social power of female victimhood and the downstream realities for men are real and horrifying, ensuring even things like “dating” have now been transformed into a gauntlet of total insanity, with costs that stretch far beyond the monetary if you make one wrong move.

To show readers how knowledgeable I am of this cultural trend to “believe all women”, my post yesterday highlighting two political operators (who happen to be women) is getting A LOT of traffic this morning, and that’s going to be a problem for Lauren Caldwell, Caite Butler, and all the moderate conservatives going into Easter weekend wondering how they’re going to spin working with a “Drag Story Hour mom” to conservative voters back in their districts.

One option that might be getting some consideration right now, if the preferred option of IGNORE THE BLOGGER doesn’t hold, is pivoting to BLAME the blogger and make the story (or whisper campaign) about my personal baggage and motivation for doing something as awful as showing my readers that Lauren Caldwell is willing to use her own kid in a political photo-op.

For example, didn’t Travis get arrested multiple times? I heard Travis had felony charges. I heard he beat up his girlfriend. Did you hear that church had him trespassed? I see him on the streets with Legos. Yeah, me too, and now he has a puppet he calls “Pirate Booty”. And he’s slashing tires. And smoking meth. And, and, and.

Yesterday I recorded a deep analysis of the movie Eddington with Thomas from PsyOp Cinema (available in a week or two). We also looked at Ari Aster’s 2023 release, Beau Is Afraid, and the movie Bugonia. A meta-analysis of Hollywood, from the shared perspective of the PsyOp Cinema duo (which I agree with), is that Hollywood operates under the influence of goddess-oriented death cult, symbolized by a spider and a spider’s ability to spin webs and catch its prey, and Aster is currently at the top of its worship-pile.

I mean, how much do you have to hate Jesus to have his ugly face seemingly squeezing out the meat flaps of a vagina on a billboard?

While I don’t have much control over the most important parts of my own life, I’ve doggedly maintained my ability to control this small patch of virtual space after going rogue against the Homeless Industrial Complex and all the creepy-crawlies I found when I started kicking over rocks and NOT shutting up about what I found underneath them.

So, that’s what I’m going to keep doing, and I’ll do it how I like to do it with Fireweed Campaigns because THEY are the ones who got caught with their pants down, and I don’t give a flying fuck what kind of genitals these political operators have as they work with politicians who don’t return calls, like Linda Reksten (HD 13, Poison), and seem to con nice old men, like Curt Cochran (HD 90, St. Regis).

*while finishing this post I did get a call back from someone I contacted yesterday, and what I learned I’ll write about next week.

If you’d like to help support a rogue citizen journalist brought low by nasty lawfare, my Travis’ Impact Fund (TIF) could use a buck or two.

And, as always, thanks for reading!

Meet Caitie Butler, a liberal woman from Portland working with Montana conservatives this election cycle. At least she was working with Montana conservatives until scrutiny descended on Fireweed Campaigns. Now, Montana’s statewide GOP leadership is doing damage control by pressuring its compromised candidates to take concrete steps to distance themselves from this growing controversy:

The Montana Republican Party (MTGOP) Executive Board passed a resolution on Tuesday rebuking 17 Republican legislative candidates and three elected party officers for working with progressive political groups tied to out-of-state billionaire donors.

According to publicly available records, these progressive billionaires are attempting to advance their agenda in Montana through a multi-layered, deceptively designed network of political action committees (PACs) and dark-money nonprofits, including Helena-based Fireweed Campaigns Inc., which manages political candidates and liberal ballot initiatives.

Fireweed began billing 11 Republican primary candidates thousands of dollars in January 2026 for “campaign management” services. Additionally, Fireweed’s staff made maximum contributions to the 11 candidates for whom they provided services, as well as six other Republican candidates.

The same candidates supported by Fireweed are also backed by Conservatives4MT, a phony group that shares leadership with progressive organizations like Big Sky Fiscal Guardians, Treasure State Stewards, and Montanans for Election Reform Action Fund. Three elected officers of MTGOP county central committees are tied to the progressive PAC infrastructure.

Earlier this week I took the breaking of this story by the MissoulaGOP and added my perspective. By mid-week the paid reporters at the Missoulian decided to join the party, framing the New Kids on the Political Block like this:

This election season has also given rise to a new player in Montana politics: Fireweed Campaigns, a campaign consulting company that was formed in 2024 but appears to have taken on many more candidates this cycle. The firm has made a name for itself in the state’s political world as the group running campaigns for more centrist Republicans in contested primaries. If a candidate was at odds with the hardline faction of Republicans during the 2025 legislative session and they are running for reelection, they are likely employing Fireweed.

Notably, the company is in part run by former Democratic staffers or former staff at left-leaning organizations. The company’s owner, Lauren Caldwell, is the former director for the Montana Democratic Legislative Campaign Committee, the group dedicated to getting Democrats elected to the Legislature.

When you read the press release from the GOP’s statewide machine, led by Art Wittich (link above) you see the breakdown of candidates PAYING Fireweed and candidates GETTING PAID by Fireweed, which is pretty brazen and impressive, if you ask me.

I called a handful of candidates yesterday in preparation for this post, but only Curtis Cochran (HD 90, St. Regis) had the under-developed political instincts to call me back. Linda Reksten answered, said she’d call me back, then never did like a REAL politician. I also called Michele Binkley and David Bedey, but neither bothered to call back. Because why would they?

When Curt Cochran called me back the name Lauren Caldwell was unfamiliar to him. Curt is a first-time politician living in Mineral County and running for office at the young age of 70, so I told him that he might be hearing more about the name Lauren Caldwell, since she’s the kind of liberal who takes her kid to Drag Story Hour so her liberal pals at the Daily Montanan can write about it. In my PiratePuppet Instagram report on this I made sure to block out Caldwell’s kid with something more appropriate:

This morning, before writing up today’s report, I also called George Nikolakakos to see if he would answer the phone, but no luck. If I hear back from any candidates today, or the State GOP office, I’ll add a comment or update, otherwise…

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These three marbles, pictured above, represent a missed opportunity my corporate father, Tom, decided to pass up recently, so now I’m going to explain what exactly that opportunity was for Zoom Chron readers, starting with the Freemason who fathered James Wells, a well-meaning old man in Kansas City, Missouri.

If this is the correct man, then Belva Johnson is the marble collector whose marbles I now have in my possession, along with other items, like a decorative Masonic sword belonging to a “J. Raymond Wells”. I’m still waiting for a Masonic lodge in Missouri to get back to me regarding the sword and sword’s owner.

While my former father-in-law appears to have Masonic roots, it’s actually his wife, Joan Barkley Wells, who can boast a more relevant claim to the historical influence of America’s development, since her Daddy was a decorated war hero with a family tree going back to Daniel Boone, a famous American figure who became an archetype of the American Frontier.

Before we get to Joan’s war hero Daddy, John Lewis Barkley, here’s a summary of the inconclusive research into whether or not Daniel Boone was a Freemason:

Ray V. Denslow, specialist in early Middle Western Masonry, reported to The Builder, January, 1925, that “in his opinion” Boone had not been a Mason. He added however that “a very good friend” had in earlier days heard Boone spoken of as a Mason. Both the Grand Lodges of Kentucky and of Tennessee have searched the old membership rolls but have not found his name. When appropriating a sum toward the Boone monument at Frankfort the resolution passed by the Grand Lodge of Kentucky made no mention of Boone’s possible membership. At least one pall-bearer at Boone’s funeral wore a Masonic collar.

Joan Barkley Wells is the only child of John Lewis Barkley, a man so intent on fighting and killing Germans during WWI that he persevered with enlisting, despite a bad stuttering problem that threatened to keep him sidelined during the war. Instead of being sidelined, Barkley rose to the occasion and did MORE than his part, thanks to his exemplary woodsmen skills.

Here’s some of Barkley’s story from a 2018 NPR article:

Barkley was born in 1895 and grew up on a farm near Holden in west central Missouri. He prided himself on being a woodsman and claimed to be a descendant of Daniel Boone.

While he knew how to handle a gun, Barkley had a bad stammer that made it difficult to pass the Army’s medical examination, even after the U.S. entered the war. Once he was accepted to the military, his officers soon recognized his skills.

“He could hunt. He could trap. He was an excellent shot. So when he was sent to Camp Funston in 1917 the Army realized here was someone that could do this kind of intelligence work,” Trout said.

Barkley would do dangerous reconnaissance work in wartime France; scouting ahead of American troops, observing the enemy and reporting back, as well as serving as a sniper. He excelled in the role.

His actions on Oct. 7, 1918 made him one of the most decorated soldiers of World War I.

Like many Americans, Barkley struggled financially after the war, writing his memoir to help his widowed mother save the family farm. Originally titled “No Hard Feelings”, less than 4,000 copies were published. With his daughter’s blessing, the book was republished under the title John Lewis Barkley originally envisioned, “Scarlet Fields”.

John Lewis Barkley was a badass because he wasn’t raised with money, like his spoiled-ass grandson living lavishly in Jackson Hole and spending his family’s money so recklessly, I had to listen to his granddaughter bitch about it all the time when I was married to her.

After growing up relatively poor, however, John Barkley did end up doing pretty well for himself by doing two very important things: NOT dying in the war, and marrying a woman who had valuable land assets that he capitalized on.

Also worth noting, at least for me, is that Barkley’s brief stint as a Private Detective was definitely NOT a part of his recipe for acquiring wealth. Yeah, no shit.

Ironically, when I get to the “new money” blog post putting my own father into the corporate context he deserves, part of that story will be how my family moved to Johnson County, Kansas, in 1989, right as the rapidly expanding suburban sprawl south of the city was actively gobbling up farmland so that ugly houses that looked the same could be built.

Since I haven’t been successful in conveying to my father why securing these rare antique marbles is a good idea–in part because of their sentimental value to the “old money” side of the family, which still owes him $140,000 for covering what I was legally owed from the divorce–the opportunity to own a piece of history is NOW YOURS (on Facebook marketplace).

Coming up in part II of my Old Money vs. New Money series, I’ll be going into more detail regarding my family’s complicity in changing and gentrifying Missoula, along with the role of my parent’s church, First Presbyterian, and the timing of their flock getting into the subsidized housing game with the Hogan House.

For now, I’ll conclude with what Pastor Dan Cravy said to a local reporter as his congregation celebrated breaking ground on this discriminatory, age-restricted subsidized Senior housing complex:

“Just give thanks for this worthy endeavor, this vision on behalf of goodness, and life, and wholeness, and flourishing for so many people,” Pastor Dan Cravy said.

Amen, Pastor Dan!

Norman Maclean’s brother, Paul, was beaten to death in Chicago after living a life that included high-risk activities, like investigative journalism and gambling. It’s unclear which one helped lay the groundwork for the violent death that Chicago detectives wrote off as a simple “mugging gone wrong”. As the lore goes, Paul’s Pastor Daddy accelerated his own path to meeting his maker once his son was delivered home to him in a coffin.

Maclean accompanied his brother’s casket, alone, on an overnight train trip from Chicago to Montana. After the funeral, Maclean spent several weeks of compassionate leave with his parents at their family’s cabin at Seeley Lake.

Maclean’s father was skeptical of the official explanation for his son’s murder and asked Maclean, “Do you think it was just a stick-up and foolishly he tried to fight his way out? You know what I mean — that it wasn’t connected to anything in his past?” Maclean replied that the Chicago Police Department didn’t know and that neither did he.

Chicago is where the Pritzker Clan made their wealth, which now leaks into places like Democratic politics in the guise of Linda Pritzker helping out her daughter, as Influence Watch reported years ago:

Linda had three children with a man she met while a goat farmer in Montana. 8 Her son Roland Pritzker is the Chairman of the Pritzker Innovation Fund. 3 Her daughter Rachel Pritzker is the president of the Lotus Foundation and was a founding board member of the Democracy Alliance, a left-of-center funding vehicle. 3 Linda’s daughter Rosemary Pritzker is a photographer, life coach, and co-founder of a super PAC called Local Voices, which creates Democratic political ads for campaigns in battleground states. 4 Linda Pritzker contributed $500,000 to Local Voices in 2012.

What Influence Watch failed to note, however, is that this massive “donation” came through a Missoula zip code, which I ran across while skimming a large list of political donors that included “retired” CIA man, John Talbot, and his son, Pete Talbot.

I wonder what a psychotherapist from a notorious Jewish family with well-documented ties to organized crime would say about the origins of art depicting scenes of getting fucked by a demon, or honoring incest on the big screen, like the Eddington nod to Chinatown I’ll be referencing in an upcoming analysis of Ari Aster’s 2025 cinematic release, which I re-watched after viewing the very uncomfortable movie, Beau Is Afraid, which has nice messages on the walls like “Hail Satan” and “Fuck the Pope”.

I discovered the demon sex artist when I found an old copy of a Montana Gothic issue, published 1976. It took a little digging to find some context on Pablo Weisz-Carrington, but this site offers some biographical information I explored for a deeper perspective on where his “inspiration” may have come from:

Pablo Weisz-Carrington was born in Mexico City, Mexico on November 14, 1947.

Son of the famous Hungarian photographer Emeric Weisz and the famous world-renowned British surrealist painter Leonora Carrington. His parents surrounded themselves with a group of other European artists which were also refugees from the World War II. Pablo grew up among André Breton, Remedios Varo, Jose and Kathy Horna and Benjamin Peret, many other artists natives of Mexico such as Diego Rivera, Frida Kahlo, Juan Soriano, writers such as Octavio Paz, Juan Rulfo and Carlos Fuentes were also close to the Weisz-Carrington family, creating and ambiance that made Pablo become an artist. Pablo lived in Mexico City until he was 25 years old.

At age 14, Pablo had his first art exhibition of drawings at the Gallery of Juan de Dios Moreno. In 1969 several drawings of his were published in the literary magazine “El Rehilete”, as well as in the cultural magazine of the National Autonomous University of Mexico (UNAM). At age 24 he had a major exhibit of drawings and watercolors at the Israeli-Mexican Cultural Institute.

In 1972 he had his first art exhibition in the USA, at the Latin American Theater Institute of New York, event organized by Ms. Joanne Potlitzer.

Let me translate what I suspect this bio-info points to: communal living where Pablo was probably sexually molested and passed around to multiple people, then his “art” was promoted to the kind of art markets where one finds eager buyers for this material–you know, like the ISRAELI-Mexican Cultural Institute!

Curious about the kind of woman who might enjoy art like this, I scratched the surface of “Ms Joanne Pottlitzer” to see how she fits into this troubling promotion of culture and I didn’t have to look far to be like, um, yeah, NO!

Before I get to the Kabbalistic death goddess I suspect many of our culture-creators have an affinity for, let’s see how NOT to respond on social media when saying very uncomfortable things about one of Hollywood’s favorite taboos. The following “Twitter” exchange, and subsequent controversy, comes from Alejandro Jodorowsky’s Wikipedia page:

The female painter who provided “motherly” support to her young son, Pablo, is interested in pigs, Robert Graves’ work, and Kabbalah, according to this article about “Leonora Carrington and the Secret of the Sacred Feminine“:

Carrington had described reading The White Goddess, Robert Graves’s study of poetry and myth, as ‘the greatest revelation of my life.’ She acquired it in 1948, the year it was published, and it was arguably one of the most important books she ever read (along with the teachings of the Kabbalah). Indeed, one can speak of a before and after in her work. In its pages, Graves argues that the ancient cult of this goddess is inextricably linked to ‘pure poetry,’ and declares matriarchy as the earliest form of social order.

One day, with Pig-Rush still on her mind, my mother picked up her copy of The White Goddess. A little less than halfway through the book, she happened upon a passage about the War of the Bulls, apparently the central episode in the Cuchulain saga. Graves begins by noting that ‘in ancient times swine-herds had an altogether different standing from that conveyed in the parable of the Prodigal Son: to be a swine-herd was originally to be a priest in the service of the Death-goddess whose sacred beast was a pig.’

Somehow I’m failing to see the “sacred feminine” in this depressing oil painting showing herds of ghostly demon-swine overcoming three Hasidic-looking men trapped in a fecal-hued hellscape, but that’s just me.

For Ari Aster (who I think dropped some Montana Easter Eggs into Eddington for schizos like me to find), his version of an all-seeing Jesus is actually a Jewish mother epically gaslighting her son as he travels from an urban Sodom and Gomorrah (that could be Philadelphia or San Francisco) on a loser’s journey into the obliterating clutches of his BIG MOTHER.

Does it look like Jesus’ face is coming out of a vagina? My goodness, Ari, what did Mommy do to you?

Thankfully I don’t require a director like Ari Aster to put me into the experience of being a loser because I’ve been a loser, on paper, since leaving the Masonic bloodline I married into, which I’ll be writing about later this week when I show how my ex-wife’s “old money” family matches up with the “new money” comfort of my corporate Daddy–a faithless Christian man who attends the “River Runs Through It” church and who recently tried pressuring me into declaring bankruptcy after I asked him to consider buying my father-in-law’s very rare and prized marbles, which have much more than just monetary value.

Yesterday, after sending an email to a Masonic lodge in Missouri for some information on my father-in-law’s father and the decorative Masonic sword I have in my possession, I was surprised to hear, later in the day, that alleged Masonic assassins were going on trial, in France.

Twenty-two people have gone on trial in France on charges of murder and other serious crimes centred on a masonic lodge accused of running hit squads.

Thirteen defendants – including former intelligence agents, soldiers and businessmen – face possible life sentences. Prosecutors allege the group carried out murder, attempted murder, aggravated assault and criminal conspiracy on behalf of a mafia network inside the Athanor lodge in the Paris suburb of Puteaux.

At least four Freemasons from the lodge’s roughly 20 members are among those in the dock. Other defendants include four officers from France’s DGSE foreign intelligence service, three police officers, six executives, a security guard, a doctor and an engineer. Most of the accused, whose ages range from 30 to 73, have no previous criminal record.

Fascinating. And prescient, considering what I’ll be writing about this Easter week with Freemasons, un-free Christians, and the things that money can’t buy, like integrity and salvation.

If anyone would like to help support the best citizen journalist in western Montana, my GoFundMe page still has some room left for donations. And stay tuned, because this week you’ll find out how tithing money and political money seem to flow to the same kind of things.

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When I heard that Lauren Caldwell, someone I already considered shady, was running multiple “Republican” political campaigns, I was confused. Lauren Caldwell is a Democrat and her Daddy, Burt Caldwell, is also a Democrat who retired from a local developer (WGM Group) that ALWAYS seems to win government bids for development projects. I wonder why?

To understand what might be going on let’s recall how the last legislative session featured a clique of “Republican” schemers dubbed the “Nasty Nine” who worked all session to undermine their own political party’s electoral success, which angered many conservatives.

While plenty of Montana conservatives came to despise these legislators, they ultimately delivered key parts of Governor Greg Gianforte’s agenda, but that still doesn’t explain why someone like Lauren Caldwell would be tapped to run conservative campaigns, especially when you know that Caldwell used her own kids as political props when she bought them to a “Drag Story Hour” in Helena for a dubious media platform to highlight.

Before I get to Caldwell’s new Republican clients, here’s a screenshot from the Daily Montanan “news” article:

With Caldwell’s liberal dedication to social engineering established, here’s an excerpt now from the Missoula GOP post, followed by a screenshot, that shows what this political chameleon is trying to do:

Public campaign finance filings show that Fireweed Campaigns, a Helena-based political consulting firm, is actively managing multiple Republican legislative campaigns in the 2026 election cycle.

The firm is led by Lauren Caldwell, who previously served as interim director of the Montana Democratic Party and currently works as Political Director for the Montana Federation of Public Employees, a major public-sector union aligned with Democrat political efforts.

It’s not just pushing nasty Republicans onto frustrated conservatives that Fireweed Campaigns is involved in. When I kept reading I discovered that Fireweed is also being paid over a hundred thousand dollars to keep the courts non-partisan, a covert partisan effort I wrote about last month.

Then I read this about Anne Avis and her connection to this nasty Republican scam, along with her role at another “news” outlet, the Montana Free Press:

Public records also show overlap between this network and Montana’s largest nonprofit news outlet, Montana Free Press.

Campaign finance filings indicate that Anne Avis—who contributed to multiple candidates connected to the Fireweed network—is also listed as Board Vice Chair of Montana Free Press.

Montana Free Press has received funding from national donors who have also contributed to political committees and PACs tied to the broader network described above.

It’s not unusual to find political confusion closely tied to media confusion, like Anne Avis getting confused about what the word “independent journalism” means. Or maybe it’s ME that has a problem with not seeing “independence” in Anne Avis’ journalistic project, Coda Media, an organization that gets money from the Open Society Foundation and the National Endowment for Democracy while featuring a dude by the name of Alex Jakana from the Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation on its board. Gross.

For more on political/media confusion, an article from the Montana Free Press earlier this month tried making sense of what’s happening in Cascade County, where Libertarians have filed as Republicans and some Republicans might be cosplaying as Democrats. Has identity politics become an identity crisis in Cascade County?

Republican and Democratic political leaders in Cascade County allege that two candidates running as Democrats are not really Democrats, but Republicans trying to “game” the upcoming election for the Montana Legislature.

The two candidates, James Whitaker and Mark Winters, publicly identified themselves as Republicans in the past but, in interviews with Montana Free Press, denied allegations this week that they are trying to bamboozle Democratic voters.

Eric Hinebauch, chair of the Cascade County Republican Central Committee and a member of the Cascade County Commission, isn’t buying those claims. He believes the pair filed in Democratic primaries to deter Democratic voters from crossing over to vote in Republican primaries. He told Montana Free Press that he doesn’t believe either candidate is really a Democrat.

“This is a game,” Hinebauch said.

Cascade County can be forgiven for its political confusion since, in 2021, this County had a Sheriff make a big show of publicly divorcing himself from the Democratic Party because, apparently, they wouldn’t break the nominating rules to accommodate his question during the nominating process. This is the kind of Sheriff I suspect would wilt if confronted with a vigorous LEMON POUND CAKE terror campaign.

Another example Slaughter cited was Democratic leader Mary Sheehy-Moe allegedly declining to accept Slaughter’s question regarding police department funding during a Democratic candidates’ forum in 2020.

Taylor was not immediately available to respond; however, Sheehy-Moe said she is surprised to learn she had offended Slaughter.

“The event was not a forum, but a nomination convention,” Moe said. “While all Democrats are welcome to attend and to view the proceedings, the rules allow only precinct people to question the candidates. Jesse didn’t qualify, so as parliamentarian, I had to rule him out of order. Regardless of our office, we all have to follow the rules.”

Actually, Mary, you are VERY WRONG about the rules and who has to follow them, and no one knows this better than the jokes we call Sheriffs in Montana. That’s why I use simple strategies, like humor and Dr. Seuss cards, to educate my local community about long vowels, Brady cops, and retarded lawmen who engage in serious coverups, like Ryan Funke, Mineral County’s Sheriff embarrassment.

If you would like to help out a broke citizen journalist exposing how local power uses money to control narratives, donate here. Later this week I’ll be sharing some individual political donations I’ve curated from publicly available information to continue showing readers why local influencers, including my own father, would prefer to exploit my financial desperation and shut me up for good.

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