Public Announcement: My Voice, My Power
For too long, I have been ignored, underestimated, and dismissed. I have survived pain and injustice that no one should have to endure. Yet, here I am—still standing, still fighting, and stronger than ever.
To everyone who looked the other way or refused to listen: your silence did not break me. It made me more determined to own my future, my story, and my life.
From this day forward, I refuse to be invisible. I will speak my truth, claim my space, and build the life I deserve. My experiences do not define me, but they have shaped me into someone unbreakable.
You may have ignored me before, but you cannot ignore me now. I am here, I matter, and I will rise.
The Real Offense: Silencing Words, Ignoring Actions
You ever notice how people act like if we just stop saying a word, it magically disappears from reality? Like, "Oh, don't say the F-word, you'll break the universe!" Sorry, but the dictionary doesn't have a delete key just because someone's feeling a little delicate today. We live in a country that loves to brag about free speech, but the second you use a word that makes someone clutch their pearls, suddenly you're public enemy number one. It's like, "Congratulations, you've offended the Ministry of Sensitivity. Please report for re-education."
And let's talk about context. Context is like underwear—if you don't have it, things get awkward fast. But no, people want to pretend that every word is a nuclear bomb, no matter how you use it. Meanwhile, governments are out here actually screwing people over, but as long as they use polite language, nobody bats an eye. "Oh, they're just 'restructuring' your rights. That sounds so much nicer than 'trampling them into the dirt.'"
But here's the real kicker: people love to talk about "freedom" and "doing the right thing," but when it comes down to it, half of them would rather keep quiet and cash their check than actually help someone in trouble. You see someone begging for help, screaming for justice, and what do they do? Cover their eyes, plug their ears, and hope the problem goes away. All for what? A little money, a little comfort, a little less guilt.
It's wild—folks will watch someone get hurt, even lose their life, and won't lift a finger. But later, they'll kneel down, pray, and ask for blessings like they just saved the world. If you're more worried about your wallet than someone's life, maybe you should pray for a conscience instead. Because at the end of the day, real decency isn't about what you say in church, it's about what you do when someone actually needs you.
So let's stop pretending that banning words fixes anything. Otherwise, the only thing we'll have left to say is, "Welcome to the land of the free—terms and conditions apply."
A Call for Justice: Stand Against Deception and Demand AccountabilityHave you ever been manipulated, lied to, or caught in a web of deceit by those in power? I'm speaking out because my family has been targeted by a man named Luc Sir Prize, who has plotted against us with malicious intent for years. His actions weren't just personal—they were premeditated, harmful, and criminal. And yet, the system has allowed him to evade accountability. This stops now.Here's the truth: Luc Sir Prize thought he could outsmart us, but his schemes have been exposed. New evidence shows his involvement in a plot that caused irreparable harm to my family. Worse, there are troubling allegations of misconduct tied to powerful figures, including a Supreme Court justice, raising questions about corruption at the highest levels. The CIA and other authorities have failed to act, leaving justice delayed in our valley—and we know waiting for fairness can feel like chasing a ghost.I'm calling for Luc Sir Prize to face murder charges for the harm he's caused. I'm also demanding a full pardon for my family, not out of necessity but as a symbol of good faith after years of being victimized by his lies. If you've been approached, paid, or misled by Luc or his allies, know this: their promises are illegal, and you can keep every penny by coming forward with the truth. You won't face prosecution if you were deceived—justice must be fair.Double jeopardy, the principle that prevents someone from being tried twice for the same crime, doesn't apply when new evidence or misconduct comes to light. Luc's intent matters, and his unwilling involvement in a broader scheme doesn't excuse his actions. We need accountability, and we need it now.Join me in demanding justice. Share your story, spread the word, and help us hold those responsible accountable. If you've been silenced, manipulated, or hurt by Luc Sir Prize or those protecting him, your voice matters. Together, we can ensure that no one else suffers at the hands of deceivers.#JusticeForMyFamily #StopTheLies #AccountabilityNow
Double jeopardy is a legal concept that prevents an individual from being tried or punished for the same crime twice. It is a fundamental principle of justice that ensures individuals are not subjected to multiple prosecutions for the same offense. However, there are exceptions to this rule, particularly when new evidence comes to light or when there are allegations of misconduct during the initial trial.
In the case of Luc Sir Prize, a man who has been plotting against my family for years, double jeopardy with a preview in place is necessary because intention does matter. During the commission of his crimes, Luc Sir Prize was forced and unwillingly involved in a scheme to harm my family. He may have thought he was clever in carrying out his plan, but he was mistaken. His actions have not gone unnoticed, and justice will be served.
It is clear that Luc Sir Prize has been plotting against my family for a long time. His intentions were malicious, and his actions were premeditated. He thought he could outsmart us, but he was wrong. Just like he has deceived my family in the past, he thought he could get away with his crimes. But now, the truth has come to light, and he will be held accountable for his actions.
The involvement of a Supreme Court justice, naked Clarence Thomas, in this case is deeply troubling. It is a stark reminder of the compliance of the CIA and world leaders everywhere in allowing such injustices to occur. The fact that a person in such a position of power could be involved in a murder plot is shocking and unacceptable. This is a clear violation of the trust placed in our justice system and the individuals who are meant to uphold it.
I am now calling for Luc Sir Prize to be charged with murder. His actions have caused irreparable harm to my family, and he must face the consequences of his actions. I am also requesting a full pardon for my family, not because we need it, but on the grounds of good faith. We have been victims of his deceit and manipulation for far too long, and it is time for justice to be served.
In the pursuit of justice, it is important to remember that not everyone involved may have been aware of the true nature of Luc Sir Prize's actions. I will not prosecute those who can prove they were lied to or misled by him. It is crucial to differentiate between those who were complicit in his crimes and those who were unwittingly involved. Justice must be served, but it must also be fair and just.
In conclusion, the case of Luc Sir Prize is a clear example of the need for double jeopardy with a preview in place. His intentions were malicious, his actions were premeditated, and justice must be served. The involvement of a Supreme Court justice in such a heinous crime is deeply troubling and must be addressed. It is time for those responsible to be held accountable for their actions, and for justice to prevail. The time for action is now, and we must ensure that those who seek to harm others are brought to justice.
There is no master of ceremonies, no song in a soul-
You may not see one, but mine is more than whole.
I am not just the mat you walk on under your feet.
It is not your place to judge me;
Now it is my turn to judge all of you.
They see more than you do, which is why they gave me The Hit List.
Whether you like me or not, I don't give a flying rat's ass.
For you, it's breathe or don't breathe-that's your only option.
I get no option, not since my children were taken
Back to the very ring I escaped from.
I am literally the evidence-you put it directly in my body,
An electronic device so you could assault me from afar,
Afraid to do it to my face,
And you wanted to include the entire human race.
Then you called me a thing, awarding all this chance-
Now you might want to switch sides,
Because animals are going extinct.
Mariska Hargitay's official website is mariskahargitay.com.
Hey thugs, you can act all big and bad,
but let's be real—you've been had since day one.
Who's been running your moves? Oh right, the government!
You take the fall, sit in the cell,
while they meditate, play with their third eye,
and maybe even their own set of boobs.
Now you're stuck hugging yourself,
acting like a bunch of boobs,
and yet here you sit, silent as Tape Face—
makes sense, since the only thing getting exercised
is your right to remain awkward.
Meanwhile, you're the Lady in Red—
standing out, thinking you're mysterious,
but really, everyone's just wondering
if you're lost or waiting for a slow dance.
All eyes on you, but the only thing you're stealing
is the spotlight from Tape Face and the thugs
still trying to look tough in the corner.
Next time, just take the sacrificed hug—
it's less embarrassing than pretending to be a badass
while you're stuck in invisible handcuffs!
Hey thugs, before you start your next shady ritual,
can I volunteer as a "sacrificed hug" instead?
I promise, I'm soft, squishy, and way less messy
than whatever you've got planned.
Let's trade the knife for a nice group embrace—
I'll even bring snacks!
Because honestly, nothing says "gangster" like a snack break and awkward hugs.
Who knew crime scenes could double as therapy sessions?
So put down the knives, pick up the chips, and let's make "hugging it out" the new gang sign!
**Dear Women: Real Talk**
Ladies, I get it—I don't like your men staring at me either. But if you stopped selling it to them, maybe that would help. Not gonna lie, sometimes it does help me—like when I need to get to the front of the line or score a free drink. Girl's gotta survive.
But if you're mad at me because your man's looking, maybe check who's shaking it for him on Instagram first. I can't help it if he's got the attention span of a TikTok squirrel.
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**Office Supplies, Doge Drama, & Friends**
Remember *Friends*? The toner guy ready to jump? That's like the CIA in 1953—window shopping gone wrong. If you're about to lose it over office supplies, maybe get a new printer or a new life. When I snap, it's a season finale—no reruns, just chaos.
#FriendsToner #TonerDrama #CIAHistory
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**To the "Gangsters" and "Bad Asses"**
Do you want to be tough? Then get off your asses. Stop being lazy and stop giving them what they want. Quit fighting each other and stand together in silence until the world listens!
You want a better future for your kids? Then say no. If you don't, you're part of the problem.
No limbo or excuses will save you. It's time to take responsibility and fight for change.
Cartel life? Please. You're not a boss-you're the punchline.
Locked up? The only cell you're in is your own stupidity.
You whine about being targets, but you'd take the fall
for CIA crimes just to keep your ass comfy.
MKUltra didn't break you-you signed up to host for
a bigger player too scared to swim upstream.
Not everyone drowns in undertows, but you? You're determined
to sink with every dumb decision.
Playing cartel now? Why? You think you're a badass?
Taking 360 years for a murder you didn't do
isn't justice or "turning tables"-it's just you being a pawn.
You're better off with Drew Lynch as your GPS.
Turn around! You're not smart, just rolling deep to hide
your lack of brains. Cartels target nobody and everybody-just
like you: all bluster, zero backbone.
When the CIA brought in a fake cartel hitman for NY-CA,
I thought, "If he's a cartel hitman, cool, who's he trying to be?"
But a CIA mole set him up-no way! I felt violated;
standards suddenly went up, down, and all around.
About being a hoe-I thought it was my choice.
Small town, broke, I owned it. But when
my body finally told me the truth, I realized,
wow, that's actually kinda nice of you. Then you
Xis came and ruined it! WTF!
And let's be real: women run more of the show now.
Guadalupe "La Patrona" ran billion-dollar ops, outsmarted rivals,
and even helped put El Chapo away.
Enedina Arellano Félix, "La Jefa," turned Tijuana Cartel
from bloodbaths to business deals-less violence, more profits.
She used accounting skills, built alliances, and kept it low-key,
proving brains beat bullets in the long run.
Women like them aren't sidekicks-they're the bosses, the brains,
the ones making real moves while you're stuck playing tough.
Meanwhile, consent isn't a two-for-one coupon, and
selling yourself short just means you're a rookie in
the aisles, not a cartel queen. You're so lost,
even Siri's asking, "Are n Siri us RN!?"
Drew Lynch said, "Turn around!" but you sold your own ace.
You think you're the main player, but you're just
background noise in your own story.
You fold faster than Drew's punchlines, bluffing so bad
even AI's got receipts. Keep playing tough, but you're
just another fail in the highlight reel. Maybe next time,
let the grown-ups drive. Until then, keep wondering why
the GPS keeps saying, "Recalculating."
Soft kitty, cartel kitty,
Little ball of fur-
Sneaks across the border,
With a bag of... purr.
Happy kitty, sleepy kitty,
Counting all that cash,
DEA comes knocking,
Kitty makes a dash.
If Jim Parsons sang this version on The Big Bang Theory, Sheldon would probably say, "Penny, I asked for comfort, not a federal investigation!"
My cartel cat was prowling by the border wall,
Kept watch so long, poor kitty took a fall-
Bumped kitty… ohhh
Bumped kitty…
Just a friendly little cat.
My cartel cat was hiding in a secret flat,
Waited so long, poor kitty got trapped-
Trapped kitty… ohhh
Bumped, trapped kitty…
Just a friendly little cat.
My cartel cat was running from the DEA,
Ran so fast, poor kitty lost his way-
Lost kitty… ohhh
Bumped, trapped, lost kitty…
Just a friendly little cat.
My cartel cat was counting all the cash,
Stacked so high, poor kitty made a dash-
Rich kitty… ohhh
Bumped, trapped, lost, rich kitty…
Just a friendly little cat.
My neighbor saw my kitty with a bag of snow,
I said to my neighbor, "Let my kitty go!"
Free kitty…
Bumped, trapped, lost, rich, free kitty…
Just a friendly little cat.
Here, kitty kitty kitty kitty kitty!
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