Cuckin’ on the Public Record

So the Public Records Task Force went down this week. I attempted to shame them. They don’t care. No one cares, but whatever.

I even turned my stuff in on time, and they didn’t attach it. It’s a list of links to the documents and an edited-down version of an op-ed I wrote about the Public Records Task Force.

I also included the links to Govie the Rat. I actually paid $8 to promote those on TikTok. The “Meet Govie the Rat” video was rejected because it stereotypes government employees, and I thought that was hilarious, so I’ll take it.

My job offer got rescinded because I asked them to wait so I could see if I got the other job, and of course, they rescinded the offer, and then I didn’t get the other job. Why? Well, because this is just my life and how things happen. I knew the second they rescinded it that I wouldn’t get the other job.

Back to the drawing board.

I think I’m just going to get my insurance producer license. That seems to be all that’s hiring, and I can’t go back to adjusting because of the neuro issues. Again, my life is some weird fucking insurance porn.

Also, Dave, what’s up with the roomie? You cuckin’ or getting cucked, old man? I’m enjoying picturing you getting cucked a little too much. So pathetic. You really believe someone like her isn't when you're out of town? Come on don't be stupid. That's as stupid as I was stopping with Stevie because you "weren't with anyone else." You lying fucking prick. 

That said, voter registrations are my favorite public records. Ain't public records a bitch, Dave.

Speaking of public records:

Here are my comments.

Comment #1

I absolutely object to that survey going to the Legislature.

I disagreed so strongly that I sold my soul to the devil and solved the government’s problems for them.

I submitted a seven-page explanation of what was wrong with that survey and why including its findings as credible research would be unethical.

Then I wrote a proposal for an actual study, based partly on the Vermont study I quoted at the last meeting.

I also developed a standardized electronic records fee structure that addresses government expenses while protecting transparency. Agencies wouldn’t get to charge exorbitant fees simply because they didn’t want to release particular records.

It’s scalable to the ever-changing technology of the modern world.

I gave the government side the cheat sheet that would make you look good.

And they ignored it.

Instead, you’ve apparently chosen to disregard the methodological objections and proceed with research I warned you was compromised.

That’s not merely disappointing. It’s intellectually dishonest, ethically irresponsible, and an indictment of this entire process.

Then there were the minutes.

I warned the transparency representatives that the government side was putting inaccurate statements into the official record while evidence was being omitted.

When Mr. Lipman seconded the motion to approve those minutes, I audibly gasped.

I watched in absolute horror as the entire Public Records Task Force unanimously approved records I had explicitly challenged as inaccurate.

Jesus, why were you people even here? What did you think you were fighting for?

I watched your reactions when I played the recording of my assault. The look of horror on your faces was unmistakable.

But, frankly, I don’t know whether you were horrified by the sounds of a woman being raped or by the fact that I had the audacity to make you listen.

I hope those sounds stay with you.

I hope they return when you’re making decisions about whose records matter, whose testimony deserves consideration, and whose suffering can be dismissed as an inconvenience.

I want you to remember the woman screaming for help. And remember what you did when that woman came before you asking for accountability.

This Task Force failed Nevada. It certainly failed me.

And apparently, I don’t even get a footnote acknowledging that I put up one hell of a fight.

Every allegation I have made before this Task Force is supported by documentation. I submitted records, correspondence, and links to the evidence.

Whether you included them in the official record is another matter.

I don’t speak without cause. I don’t manufacture facts. I have proof.

You were given the evidence. You were given the solutions. You were given the opportunity to do the right thing.

And now you get to live with what you chose to do instead. Unfortunately, the people of Nevada have to live with that too.

Shame on you. Shame on all of you.

Comments #2

Open Meeting Law provides me the opportunity to have the last word in this process.

So here you go.

First, that was a great move disabling the chat. Thank you. God forbid the public records be on the public record. God knows it may cause shame, embarrassment, and harassment to a rapist and the state that covered it up for him.

Did you know most of the public records I have my name on them? They redacted the suspect’s name and not the victim’s.

I walked in here the first time wearing a dress emblazoned with the words, “The Patriarchy Ain’t Gonna Fuck Itself.”

I had a mission.

I’d met someone on Twitter who knows a thing or two about the inner workings of Carson City. He came up with this idea.

He said, “You need press and a lawyer, and this is nothing but press and lawyers.”

I said, “Tyler, that’s brilliant.”

So I came. And I spoke about my problems getting public records.

I’ve since been told that my story is the biggest political scandal in Nevada that everybody knows about, but nobody knows about.

I believe I was used as a pawn in the election.

That administrative synopsis I received by accident? It came from Joe Lombardo’s office.

I saw Steve Wolfson creeping on my Facebook the night before the Review-Journal published its article about his conflicts with Aaron Ford the week before the election.

Speaking of whom.

I can make the governor-elect of the great state of Nevada squirm with nothing more than my words. That should tell you something about the validity of my claims.

His office has gone above and beyond to discredit me. But they have a problem.

I have proof.

More proof than they know.

So now I’m off to the Legislature.

I’m going to try to undo the damage this Task Force has done here.

I’m not finished. I won’t be finished until I have justice in my case and answers to the questions I’ve been asking for more than two years.

You can delete me from recordings. You can attach asterisks to my testimony. You can characterize my statements however you damn well please.

That doesn’t make reality less real. It doesn’t make the evidence disappear. It just means I have to fight harder.

I apparently have a better grasp of Latin than some lawyers. My favorite Latin phrase is Fiat justitia ruat caelum, which means, “Let justice be done though the heavens fall.”

When I was a teacher, I taught my students that when something is wrong, you stand up.

Even when you’re alone.

Especially when you’re alone.

You fight.

Because someday, history will look back at what happened here.

And the one thing you never want to be is the person who stood on the wrong side of it.

I’ve learned a lot through this process. First, I’ve learned I don’t matter, what happened to me doesn’t matter, and I’m not important enough. I’ve learned that the state will do anything it has to do to cover for its own, even if you have proof of what a lying, criminal bastard that person is. He will always get more protection than you. You cannot call the police. You cannot seek help. You just get to live with it. You get to live with the nightmares and the fallout. You get discredited. You get silenced. Because we don’t do right and wrong in Nevada. Criminals are protected, and victims get disappeared. That is how it works in Nevada.

I can’t change it alone, but I’m going to keep fighting because David Cassetty, former Deputy Insurance Commissioner for Consumer Affairs, is an alcoholic, psychopathic serial rapist, and the state of Nevada is protecting him and not his victims. And someone needs to stop him before he hurts someone else.

And next time he is forcing a woman, and she is begging him to stop, every member of this Task Force is helping do it. You knew and you did nothing to stop it. That’s on you.

How does it feel to be an accessory to rape?

Are the heavens falling yet, kiddos?