Hollywood and Hillary.

The reason for Hollywood being so adamant about Hillary being elected is now clear: Hollywood, filled with pedophiles, wanted a president that represented them and would protect them, and Hillary has protected pedophiles for decades.

The Blow Up.

In the wake of the Weinstein scandal and subsequent #MeToo movement, it has become abundantly clear that much of Hollywood has been involved in ongoing acts of sexual abuse and pedophilia over the course of decades. While there has been nothing as large as the Weinstein scandal, as yet, there have been small things over and over that have suggested Hollywood’s desire to normalize the sexualization of children while pushing away anyone who did not conform to that vision.

In late 2016, when the Clinton/Trump battle was raging in the political arena, it became clear that anyone who did not support Hillary in Hollywood was not going to be supported by Hollywood. Tim Allen, a conservative actor with decades of profitable shows under his belt had his show Last Man Standing canceled, with the reasoning that it simply wasn’t doing well in terms of ratings and profit. While this ordinarily would be a good reason, the show was in fact second only to Modern Family, a show that pushes the boundaries when it comes to promoting alternative lifestyles.

It doesn’t stop there. Lists can be found all over the Internet of conservative celebrities who have been forced to spout liberal rhetoric, support liberal causes, or have been told to stop having public conservative views in order to receive awards.

Hollywood is most certainly in a position to be in support of any Liberal candidate that might show up on the scene, and be vehemently against a conservative candidate.

Enter Hillary.

A former lawyer, former Secretary of State, and known for being the wife of someone who at the very least coerced someone into sexual favors while acting as president of the United States, Hillary would most certainly allow them to continue their lives of debauchery.

During the 2016 election, she became known for something quite different. Stories came up from multiple sources about her time as a lawyer. The stories were centered on a particular case, in which a 41-year-old man was accused of raping a 12-year-old girl.

The reality of the situation was that a female lawyer had been specifically requested to represent him during this case. In her book “Living History,” Clinton recalls that Mahlon Gibson, a Washington County prosecutor, told her that the accused rapist “wanted a woman lawyer” to defend him, and that Gibson had recommended Clinton to Judge Maupin Cummings. “I told Mahlon I really didn’t feel comfortable taking on such a client, but Mahlon gently reminded me that I couldn’t very well refuse the judge’s request.”

A Compromising Position.

While she was put into an unfair circumstance, it brings to mind the fact that it seems a number of liberal elites get themselves into situations that will compromise them. See: all of Harvey Weinstein’s victims. Even Madonna, who is often quoted as saying that losing her virginity was a career move, wanted The Enabler in office, and virtue signalled loudly to anyone who would listen, about The Donald’s Iniquities.

So, with her husband’s propensity toward taking advantage of women, coupled with her lackadaisical attitude toward being coerced into things, it stood to reason that Hollywood would stand behind her, if only as a figurehead and an enabler.

Thus, Hollywood did what it does. Celebrities came out of the woodwork, making ads or participating in them telling the American citizens that they had better vote for Hillary. One even featured Robert De Niro describing how he would like to commit an act of violence on the man running against Hillary. They needed their machine to keep working. Actors and actresses needed Hollywood to remain silent about the culture that had permeated their very lifestyle for so long.

It didn’t work.

Donald Trump being elected, and his penchant for getting emotional where children are involved, threw a wrench into a meticulously cultivated and curated system. With Donald Trump as President, suddenly victims are coming out in droves, telling stories that span decades, about the abuse that powerful people within Hollywood have exacted upon impressionable, malleable young stars. Rampant pedophilia and movie roles given in exchange for sexual favors are now on display for all of America to see.

The question that springs to mind, however, is why did all of Trump’s accusers fall silent once the election ended, while people like Juanita Broaddrick continue to fight against the Clintons openly like they did while Bill was still President?

It seems that if something actually happened, that they’d keep fighting as well.

In the mean time, Hollywood will do as it has always done: Attempt to distract us while pushing their offenders under the rug, where there will no doubt be more debauchery, protected from the light of day, waiting for the day when another enabler will come to pretend to lead the country.

 

Life With an Anxiety Disorder

It was 1987. I was five years old, playing out in front of my house. I was with my friend Darryl, and we were using sticks to try and dig out the edges of a sewer grate because we thought that would be a great way to meet the ninja turtles. The sewer grate was in the middle of the parking lot that was part of our housing complex. On the grass in front of my house, my ThunderCats castle sat, a hose going through the front window. I like the idea of a castle with a waterfall.

Darryl got up quickly, seeing a danger that I couldn’t. I turned and began to stand. At that moment, a car shoved my body to the ground. I woke up about 50 feet away, under the car, having been dislodged by a speedbump. I stood up and ran home, passing out on the grass in front of the house.

I remember sitting in the car on the way to the hospital. I was in the car that hit me. I looked down at my leg, seeing meat and bone. I was interested in it, and tried to touch it. My mom stopped me, and told me I was in shock and that’s why it didn’t hurt. She asked me what I was doing when I got hit. When I told her that I was looking for the ninja turtles, she started asking me questions about them. She was keeping my brain going so I wouldn’t pass out.

At the hospital, things were much different. They didn’t want to anesthetize me because I was in shock, so they stitched my leg immediately and without anesthetic. It was a very cold stinging feeling.

In the years that followed, I remember things like walking back to the school from the schoolyard and feeling like something was pulling me backward. My friend Michael asked me why I’m walking as slow as an ant. I had no idea what it was. At such a young age, it might well have been a ghost holding on to me, preventing me from walking.

I was suddenly terrified to get on buses. The feeling was much stronger then, almost incapacitating. A complete, enveloping terror. My mother couldn’t make heads or tails of it, and eventually took me to a psychiatrist. I was soon diagnosed with a generalized anxiety disorder. The likelihood is that it came from head trauma from being hit by the car.

My ability to socialize was stunted. School was difficult. I had no idea what my triggers were, I had no idea that triggers even existed. I would find myself in blinding terror in the most innocuous of situations. Even as a youngster, I had the presence of mind to explain it to the person in front of me though. That didn’t stop me from getting bullied. The bullying, in fact, became so severe that my mother moved me to a different school. In retrospect, it was easily a very burdensome process for my mother.

Junior high came, and though I made friends, my disorder still relegated me to the realms of obscurity. This lasted through high school. Girls made it very clear to me that they liked me, but I could do nothing about it except seem unfriendly.

As I grow into an adult, I felt afraid to do anything but take the path of least resistance. Getting and keeping a job was difficult. No one understood what my problem was, despite knowing I had this disorder. My doctor, on multiple occasions, even recommended that I go on disability. I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to be limited.

I met my wife online. I had a fairly popular blog in the early 2000’s. Does anyone remember Mightyskunk from open diary? She was one of my readers, and we began talking on MSN, and eventually on the phone. She took a plane ride up to Toronto to meet me. My anxiety attacks lessened around her. She understood me, and even learned to soothe my attacks.

Skipping far ahead, I ended up moving to the United States. She and I got married, and I started holding down good jobs. My confidence grew. I also began looking at my anxiety attacks analytically. I started studying them. Instead of avoiding my triggers, I tried to encounter as many as possible. Eventually I got a drivers license, despite all reason. Driving is one long anxiety trigger.

After years forcing myself into my triggers head-on, my strength against my anxiety disorder has grown. Though regular daily life is still a constant source of terror, I’ve become good at masking my symptoms and sublimating the terror within me. There are still things that I won’t do. I love roller coasters, and go on them any chance I get. The Tower of terror at Disneyland, however, is a different animal. The worst anxiety attack I have ever had was on that ride. Just thinking about it scares me, even though I know it’s deeply irrational. I actually find the humor in the situation.

I still need to pause and compose myself when a person is walking toward me. I still have difficulty making eye contact during handshakes, though that’s mainly due to habit at this point.

In the 30 years that I have spent dealing with a severe anxiety disorder, I have found that confronting it head on is by far the best remedy. Avoiding triggers and succumbing to fear only makes it stronger.

In related news, has anyone out there listened to the Black Eyed Peas? Even if they’re not your kind of band, they cover some interesting subject matter, including anxiety disorders. They actually have a song where they discuss an anxiety disorder, and how truly terrifying it is.

 

I don’t fear none of my enemies

And I don’t fear bullets from Uzi’s

I’ve been dealing with something that’s worse than these

That’ll make you fall to your knees and thats

The anxiety

The sane and the insane rivalry

Paranoia’s brought me to my knees

Lord please please please

Take away my anxiety