Government. It’s an interesting thing. It is there to protect you. Laws are there to protect you. You may disagree with some laws—I’m looking at you, Comstockery and vice—but overall, it maintains the civility of civilization.
But, as we know, with great power comes great responsibility. By being a government employee or appointee, as {D} might have been, or, for God’s sake, an elected official, you are taking responsibility for your fellow citizens.
I am from the hub of governmental power: the Nation’s Capital. I’m proud of that fact, and I know how government works. My Girl Scout leader didn’t work for the CIA. And at the last part of the Cold War, he would show us his collection of Russian military hats and bring us little gifts from Jerusalem and China after business trips. I understand how the sausage is made.
I have reverence for the system. I believe in it.
That is why going to the state about {D} made so much sense in my mind. He doesn’t belong there or adjacent to government. He lacks the character. He lacks the temperance, and the only reason he has remained in government is that he feels free because he doesn’t get held to that standard.
EB5 still looms. He didn’t get sovereign immunity like the others did. His charges in Nevada will one day show up unexpectedly in his world and take him and show him what he should have known already. He can’t do that to people.
That’s how he gets away with it. He just says we’re crazy. No shit. We’re with him, aren’t we? That is a good sign you’re crazy. But that just makes it worse.
He took me at my most vulnerable. I had just received a death sentence of ALS. I was going to die slowly, entrapped in my own body, unable to speak or move.
I had survived so much, including the years of being raped by my ex-husband. {D} said I told him that to turn him on.
He hurt me. He raped me. He did so repeatedly.
That isn’t moral. That isn’t how a government appointee should behave. That isn’t someone who should continue in government and be rewarded with a pension from the taxpayers.
Now, it would be one thing if he, like anyone else, was investigated and rightfully charged with a criminal offense. But as the detective told me, “You have no idea how this works, do you?”
The funny thing about it is that I did. I said so in the email I sent the insurance commissioner. I said he was too good of a lawyer and would get out of it. The detective convinced me otherwise.
The police had to investigate because it was already a crime.
It’s the not charging him that bothers me.
If anyone outside of power had done that to me, they would have never seen freedom again in their life. However, the one who should have been beyond reproach was the one the government protected instead of the victim.
That was bad enough. Then they came for me because I wouldn’t let it go.
They watched me. They started their investigation on December 18th, 2024. December 27th, 2024, I was screaming, hoping to be loud enough that Laurie upstairs could hear me. There was a truck outside that kept giving me the creeps.
There is no one who, given what I know now, will ever be able to convince me it wasn’t a state law enforcement officer of some type in that truck who could probably hear me and left me to die anyway.
Then came the surveillance of the blog, where I openly talked about suicide and death repeatedly. Where I was clearly a threat to myself.
Hours. I spent hours watching screen-recording videos of people from the State of Nevada ISP carefully reading what I wrote, scrutinizing it.
At no point did someone reach out to me to offer the care and treatment I needed. I still need it. I’m still touch and go.
They protected him instead of me.
He still works in government work, just adjacent. I, however, had to beg my dad to give me money so I could buy my son a birthday present yesterday. Because I still can’t get out of bed. Due to the depression, I can’t find a job. My future is somewhere far past bleak.
I’ve lost everyone. I’ve lost everything. And I’m dying a slow, debilitating death where, at the end, I will be isolated in my own body with no one.
I deserved better than the life I was given. I’ve survived things no other human could.
I deserved better than my rapist got. I, at a minimum, deserved someone not letting me suffer and die because of my rape.
The last few years. Man. You have no idea what I’ve been through. No idea.
That’s not true. I fucking told you what I was going through. You should have heard me. The state is reading right now.
No, you assfucking rat bastards, I am not going to shut the fuck up. Govie fucking rats can go down with the fucking ship.
I will expose what happened here one day. It will come, and you will be held accountable for protecting him instead of the real victim.
There is no such thing as a government conspiracy. There are cover-ups, but govies always get caught because they’re dumb and public-records laws exist.
I’ll be in Carson City frequently in ’27 if you need me.
Dave should be in prison by 2031 at the latest. If Vermont only knew the truth about him, he would be unemployed. Oh, wait. They do.
The government always wins because they will always have prosecutorial discretion and sovereign immunity on their side. Except Dave. They found he doesn’t get sovereign immunity because, despite writing the memo warning everyone Jay Peak was a Ponzi scheme, he encouraged them, as counsel, to keep going and approved payments. Dismissed WITHOUT prejudice.
That is the best he could hope for. He told me that.
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