No receipts. No footnotes. Just vibes, sarcasm, and a little too much caffeine:
Here’s a thought experiment for you:
What if Marjorie Taylor Greene isn’t just a random chaos merchant but actually Epstein’s long-lost inter-dimensional offspring, sent here on a singular mission:
To make sure survivors never, ever get to tell their stories without her standing in the frame like a drunk wedding crasher? I mean, it would explain a lot.
Think about it. Suddenly she’s out here saying, “Hand me the list, I’ll say it in Congress!” Like, oh perfect, the human embodiment of a Facebook comment section wants custody of sensitive survivor intel. What could possibly go wrong? It’s not like the most obvious way to sabotage a movement is to demand, loudly and publicly, that they give you the one weapon they actually control. Nope. Totally fine.
But hey, maybe it’s all good intentions. Maybe she really does want justice and accountability, sandwiched in between calling colleagues demons and auditioning for her next Newsmax slot. Totally normal. Totally trustworthy. Totally not opportunism on steroids.
Here is a speculation:
What if survivors know exactly what she’s doing? What if the whole “hand me the list” play is actually the tell? Because nothing screams “please give us a detailed list of who our weak leaks are” like watching who panics hardest when Greene threatens to spill. Survivors may be dealing with trauma, but what they are not is naive. They’ve seen institutions weaponize information before. Why would this be different?
So yeah, call me unruly, but if you want to protect a list that powerful, the last thing you do is let MTG cosplay whistleblower with it. Survivors should be their own press office. Publish it themselves, control the narrative, no middlemen, no chaos goblins.
No receipts today folks, just Cassandra speculating, loudly, irreverently, and with all the grace of a seven-course dinner lit on fire.
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