I remember the moment something in me broke.
The day I truly confronted the satanic nature of the so-called “elites.”
Nothing has ever shaken me more than understanding that children are treated as currency.
The most sacred among us abused, terrorised, violated, sacrificed… and worse.
These were horrors I never imagined I would have to face. Realities I did not want to assimilate. Evils I prayed did not exist. But they do…
And what makes it unbearable is not only that it happens, but that it appears woven into a depraved network of power that sustains itself through criminal complicity, blackmail and mutual protection.
If you can read about crimes against children and not feel your stomach turn, your chest tighten, your heart break and your hands tremble with rage, then something essential has already been numbed within you.
Because this is not about politics or ideology, it is about whether there is still enough humanity left in us to rise when innocence is betrayed.
There should be tears, there should be outrage and there should be fury that refuses to dissipate.
Benjamin Franklin understood something fundamental: a people who tolerate injustice eventually lose their freedom. And there is no greater injustice than the betrayal of innocence.
If this cannot unite humanity, nothing will.
If we cannot stand shoulder to shoulder and say, with absolute clarity, that no position of power will shield anyone from justice where children are concerned, then we are not victims of a corrupt system, we are participants in its survival.
This is the line… If we cannot rise here, then we do not deserve the future we claim to want, because a civilisation that fails its children is already collapsing, and history will not only remember what was done to them, it will remember how we reacted.
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