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This is all so f*cking disgusting.
The Republican Party is selling out survivors to protect a pedophile and save a predator from himself.
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There are scandals, and then there is whatever nightmarish abyss we’ve plunged into now. A sitting U.S. president—convicted felon, adjudicated rapist, serial liar—a man who once bragged about grabbing women “by the pussy,” is now cutting secret deals with a convicted child sex trafficker, and most of the political class is treating it like a Tuesday. This isn’t politics. This isn’t business as usual. This is a howling void of moral collapse dressed up in American flag lapel pins and Fox News chyrons. And the fact that we have to scream this into the void at all is its own kind of horror.
Let’s start with what should be on every headline in America: This week, Donald Trump’s Department of Justice met with Ghislaine Maxwell. Not once, but twice. For hours. Behind closed doors. Led by Deputy Attorney General Todd Blanche, who also just happens to be Trump’s personal defense attorney. The woman convicted of grooming, recruiting, and trafficking children—who spent years delivering girls into the hands of billionaires like party favors at a predator’s banquet—is now the GOP’s star witness in their depraved little theatre of deflection, trotted out not for justice, but for cover. And what did she get in return for her sudden cooperation? We don’t yet have that full answer, but we do know one thing she did get… limited immunity.
Yes, you read that correctly. A convicted predator—sentenced to twenty years in federal prison for grooming, recruiting, and trafficking children into sexual slavery—is now being granted leniency by the United States government. Not in pursuit of justice. Not out of mercy. But because she holds leverage. Secrets. Damning, dangerous secrets. And the very administration that once mouthed the word “evil” in reference to her—the very president who once sneered that he had “nothing to hide”—is now bending the law to make her comfortable. To make her talk. To make her protect him. Oh and by the way, when asked, he said he is “allowed to do it”, allowed to pardon her. Not that he wouldn’t. But that he could.
And the simple, gut-wrenching truth here is this: no one cuts deals with monsters unless they are terrified of the truth those monsters could unleash. And no one empowers a trafficker—unless they have something they need to keep buried.
Let me be crystal fucking clear about something. If anyone—anyone—so much as breathed the wrong way in my daughter’s direction, if they even dared to suggest something vile or predatory, I would rip their esophagus straight out of their throat and feed it to a wood chipper while they watched. And I wouldn’t flinch. I wouldn’t blink. I wouldn’t apologize. Because that is what love looks like when it’s forced to face down evil. That is the primal, sacred duty of a parent—to become the storm, the reckoning, the thing that monsters fear in the dark. And I say this not just as a mother, but as a human being: every child deserves that kind of protection. Every predator deserves that kind of fury. And every institution that fails to deliver it should burn in the shame it helped create.
We all know Maxwell is not confessing out of remorse. She’s not testifying to protect the next generation. She is bartering for her freedom. She is dangling names—real or invented—like raw meat, hoping the MAGA machine will give her the one thing she doesn’t deserve: mercy. And all she has to do is protect Donald Trump and bury the truth.
This isn’t justice. It’s obstruction wrapped in perfume and pearls.
Maxwell was convicted on five counts:
- Conspiracy to entice minors to engage in illegal sex acts
- Conspiracy to transport minors with intent to engage in criminal sexual activity
- Transporting a minor for the purpose of sexual abuse
- Conspiracy to commit sex trafficking of minors
- Sex trafficking of a minor
And now? Newsmax is calling her a “victim.” As if her Cartier bracelets somehow shackled her into complicity. As if this wasn’t a choice—a career—built on the suffering of children. The rebranding of a trafficker into a misunderstood accomplice is not just revisionist. It’s perverse.
And then there’s the birthday letter.
In his weird, sing-songy tone—thick with that creepy, exclamation-point-littered syntax—Trump allegedly signed off with the phrase “another wonderful secret.” Handwritten. Personal. And now he wants us to believe he didn’t write it. That someone forged it. Used his name. Captured his uniquely deranged cadence. As if his weird, exclamation-point-heavy syntax and predatory aura weren’t smeared all over it like a brothel’s velvet curtain.
Not once. Not twice. But three separate times, Donald Trump wished Ghislaine Maxwell well. After her arrest. After her conviction. After the world knew who and what she was. This man, who brands himself as a champion of children, went out of his way to send goodwill to a woman who helped orchestrate one of the largest child sex trafficking rings in modern history.
He has dozens of photographs with her. They were good personal friends for decades. He has never condemned what she was convicted of.
And now he wants us to forget that. To ignore the facts. To shift the blame.
Just yesterday, he told reporters, “You should be looking at Clinton. At the former president of Harvard. At some hedge fund guys. I’ll give you a list.” A hundred names, he promised. A hundred names from the very files he once called a “Democrat-created hoax.”
So let me see if I have this right: we’re supposed to disbelieve the Epstein files because Trump is in them—but believe the Epstein files because Clinton is in them? Does that sound about right? Does that make any sense to anyone with a functioning brainstem?
Because the only thing that makes sense here is the scam.
Ghislaine Maxwell—a woman who purged herself repeatedly during her own trial—will lie for Donald Trump. She will say that he was never involved. She will point fingers elsewhere. And that will be all the chum MAGA needs. It’s not about truth. It’s about loyalty. And this isn’t about the victims. It never was.
CBS News spoke to multiple former DOJ officials who were “bewildered” by Blanche’s decision to meet with Maxwell. One called it “unprecedented.” Another said it “raises fundamental questions about the credibility of any information she could possibly provide.” And yet here we are. Todd Blanche, the president’s personal defense attorney, is conducting the interviews himself—not prosecutors, not investigators, not agents. Blanche. The man who tried to kill the hush money case. The man now installed inside the DOJ to protect his boss from legal consequences.
Oh—and by the way? The lead prosecutor on the Maxwell case, Maurene Comey (the daughter of that Comey), was fired by the Trump administration just a week ago.
If this were a plotline on a soap opera, it would be rejected for being too implausible. But here in the United States of America, it’s a Tuesday.
And while this is unfolding, the Republican Party ended congressional session early. They don’t want questions. They want time. Time for Maxwell to deliver the script. Time for Blanche to handpick the targets. Time to spin this scandal into a campaign stunt. Because when they return from recess, they’ll say: “Are you sure you want to open that Pandora’s box?”
They are not governing. They are running cover.
And as for the right-wing media? Sean Hannity is all but swinging from the rafters screaming “Look at Obama!” while not once mentioning the fact that the sitting president’s personal attorney is meeting with a convicted child sex trafficker. Charlie Kirk is foaming at the mouth about “groomers” in schools while ignoring the actual trafficking enabler in a federal prison cutting deals with the GOP.
There is no bottom. There is only the freefall—ravenous, defiant, and morally depraved—as the Republican Party spirals into damnation, not by accident but by design. They are not slipping. They are charging headfirst into the abyss, grinning as they drag every institution, every survivor, every fragile piece of our democracy down with them.
As a woman, as a mother, as a human being—I refuse to be quiet. And I know many of you feel the same. This is not a partisan issue. This is a moral one. There are people who held their nose and voted for Trump who will not be okay with this. And we need to beat the ever-loving hell out of that drum. Because if we have a midterm—if we have a functioning democracy left to fight for—this is something that should repulse every decent American.
And here’s the truth: even if we can’t stop them yet, we can make damn sure the American people know what they’re doing. We can ring the outrage bell so loud they can’t drown it out.
Because nothing about this is normal. Nothing about this is okay.
So own it, Republicans. Own the birthday letter. Own the three “I wish her wells.” Own the meetings. Own the immunity deal. Own the lies, the distraction, the chum.
Own every inch of this depravity.
And may every girl you failed, every truth you buried, every scream you ignored rise up like a tidal wave and carve your names into history—not as leaders, not as patriots, but as predators and enablers of the most vile betrayal imaginable.
Because it’s fucking disgusting.
And with that, today’s song:
I love you guys.
Stay sane(ish), stay strong and stay safe out there!
