No one wants to touch my case with a 10-foot pole. It is what it is. It’s been in front of a lot of big political names that I am aware of. God knows who else has seen it by now — and some of these names scare me a little. Not because I’m intimidated by who they are, but because I’ve learned what they’re willing to ignore when it’s politically convenient.
But I am a know quantity to all sides of the 2026 state elections.
A text conversation was had with Sigal Chattah through a GOP insider. She was indifferent, which is about as telling as it gets. Lombardo, the man who’s supposed to be the top executive in this state, told someone he thinks he’s going to win anyway, so no need to get involved — except for the two separate requests I’ve made directly for executive oversight. I mean, god forbid you actually do your job, right? Apparently, justice is optional when the subject isn’t going to move your poll numbers one way or another.
Maybe I should send an email to Trump, if he hasn’t seen it already. This has already been run through DOJ Civil Rights, FBI Criminal, and FBI Public Corruption. The people who are supposed to handle exactly this kind of thing have had it in their hands. Still, here I am — still being surveilled, still having the Attorney General fight me tooth and nail on public records, still watching the disbarment process sit frozen in place, still without a single straight answer. All I’ve managed to do is get myself put on a watchlist. I hope I can still fly without being “randomly” pulled into a back room for questioning.
If there’s any “victory” here, it’s that I dismantled the Division of Insurance’s upper management. That’s no small thing — and I didn’t do it with lawsuits or political backing. I did it with truth. Now they’ve blocked me on every social media platform, which means I’ll be coming after them for First Amendment violations. And as a bonus, I’ve got this ad for a speaking engagement my rapist did with the new commissioner, calling him “esteemed.” I can’t wait to post that and tag every last one of them so they can sit with the shame they so clearly don’t feel.
Here’s the point: This case is the perfect example of how political self-preservation crushes justice. If you’re a politician, there’s no upside to touching it — so you don’t. If you’re a survivor, you’re left screaming into the void, hoping someone cares enough to hear you before the surveillance, the retaliation, and the smears wear you down. It’s not about truth, it’s about optics. It’s not about the law, it’s about survival — theirs, not yours.
I haven’t been silenced yet, and I’m not going to be. They’ve tried to exhaust me. They’ve tried to intimidate me. They’ve tried to ignore me. They’ve tried to erase me. If they want me off the stage, they’re going to have to drag me off — and even then, I’ll still be talking. I’m not fighting for headlines, I’m fighting because this is the fight. And I’m not done.
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