Insanity

I’ve done nothing but sleep since the Public Records Task Force meeting. Just slept for days. I haven’t been able to do anything else.

I’m so severely depressed, and I sat there for hours feeling paranoid that they were talking about me when they were.

Why go to these lengths to silence me? Why am I so fucking dangerous to them? I’m dangerous to their power. That’s what I’m dangerous to.

Well, we’ll play a little game of civil disobedience chicken next time and see what happens.

This happened. The rape. The cover-up. The hacking. This all happened.

I said no. I said, “Please stop.” He said, on video, concrete facts, “Shut up. Don’t be stupid.”

I told him to pull it out. He said, “No, I’m not going to pull it out. I’m going to fuck you with it,” and then I screamed because he did.

What the fuck is that if not rape?

I don’t care if this destroys his life. First of all, it hasn’t. It has destroyed mine. Secondly, someone has to stop him before he hurts someone else. That’s too late.

I’ve said it before, and I will say it again: this is a dangerous, psychopathic serial rapist we are dealing with. This is not a joke. This is not some delusion. This is reality. And this man has power.

This cannot go on. He cannot remain free while I am called crazy. This is insanity.