(11) Notes from a {prole} writer in Minneapolis: or the file leak nightmare

1/31/26

3.5 million of over 6 million pages of the epstein files were released. When it happened, it was thought to be a leak. Upon closer look at the documents, the names of the perpetrators are redacted…(of course)

The trigger warnings are necessary. In all my years of life, I found that truth is stranger than fiction, in this case, the brutality and depravity of these acts by these rich pigs could never be made up by some skilled liar.

Now as a society—can we stop deifying these vermin?

I grew up with The Lifestyles of the Rich and Famous TV show. I never salivated at these spectacles. Never gave a shit. I’m glad I never did…(Trigger warning) Now—with the report of host robin leach violating and strangling a child to death, the true horror has taken off the mask.

…and the fact that the orange idiot committed atrocities like these in front of his children, they are equally as demonic as the rest of them. (The Aristocrats joke is now a general aphorism of wealthy families…)

The victims living and un-alived that have come forward with the information are the brave ones. With every taboo the pigs try to break, they can’t rape our souls.

So going forward, remember who these people are and who support them. The Dark Triad of evil: Machiavellianism, Narcissism, & Psychopathy. (Shout out to my mom, who has a Bachelor’s in Psychology, for hooking it up with the knowledge!)

Now as a society—we have to stop the deification of these rich, entitled savages.

We wanted to see the truth. Now everything makes much more sense. We are in uncharted territory now. The regime is going to unprecedented lengths to stop the truth from getting out there. From buying all of our media, arresting truth tellers (journalists), and shooting innocent people in the streets…it all makes sense.

With this jagged pill of truth taken, I’m at least thankful that we get to finally look our killers in the eye and see them for who they are.

If there is a glint of hope through all of this darkness, I saw it in the suburbs while my mom and I were having dinner. Two girls were standing on the pedestrian bridge over the freeway in zero-degree weather during rush hour holding up their ICE OUT signs. I don’t know how long they were demonstrating, but they were still up there when we left. It was a sight to see; their energy was palpable and rejuvenating as the end-of-January sun was setting.