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To the Residents of Waterford and Beyond, I hope this message finds you doing spectacularly—perhaps better than your WiFi signal on a stormy night. I won’t waste your time with empty welcomes or hollow optimism. I’ve stayed silent long enough. I’ve given everything to this country. My time. My mind. My effort. My wealth. My voice. And what have I received in return? Rape. Torture. Mutilation. Then silence. Then intimidation. You think I’m exaggerating? You think this kind of thing only happens in movies or history books? No—it happens right here, in places just like this, to people who dare to live loudly, boldly, and unapologetically. If existing too loudly is now cause for erasure, then the rest of you should be terrified. I’m being silenced. Not for doing something wrong—but for daring to speak while not fitting some predefined mold. For holding too much influence, for having too much money, and for refusing to obey the rules of quiet compliance. If you think I'm their only target, you’ve lost your minds. They’re just getting started. I'm not your problem. I'm your warning signal. And while some of you sit in silence, I am over here trying to save your stupid lives. I’m not the villain—I’m the one pointing the flashlight at what’s coming. I’m fighting for a reality where speech is still free, where corruption is called out, and where survival doesn’t require silence. So if you’re ready to stop pretending this is normal—if you’re ready to get off the sidelines—bring your ideas. Bring your jokes. Bring your courage. Let’s call the play before the game ends without us. Let’s keep it candid. Let’s keep it kind. And let's finally keep it real. With nothing left to lose and everything left to say, Rumple I'm Still Standing Why Hurt Me

everyone else

it's not our job to say anything plus the CIA said they were going to murder you and that they'll pay us $100 and I've been broke for like months

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Bastards!

everyone else

To the Residents of Waterford and Beyond, I hope this message finds you doing spectacularly—perhaps better than your WiFi signal on a stormy night. I won’t waste your time with empty welcomes or hollow optimism. I’ve stayed silent long enough. I’ve given everything to this country. My time. My mind. My effort. My wealth. My voice. And what have I received in return? Rape. Torture. Mutilation. Then silence. Then intimidation. You think I’m exaggerating? You think this kind of thing only happens in movies or history books? No—it happens right here, in places just like this, to people who dare to live loudly, boldly, and unapologetically. If existing too loudly is now cause for erasure, then the rest of you should be terrified. I’m being silenced. Not for doing something wrong—but for daring to speak while not fitting some predefined mold. For holding too much influence, for having too much money, and for refusing to obey the rules of quiet compliance. If you think I'm their only target, you’ve lost your minds. They’re just getting started. I'm not your problem. I'm your warning signal. And while some of you sit in silence, I am over here trying to save your stupid lives. I’m not the villain—I’m the one pointing the flashlight at what’s coming. I’m fighting for a reality where speech is still free, where corruption is called out, and where survival doesn’t require silence. So if you’re ready to stop pretending this is normal—if you’re ready to get off the sidelines—bring your ideas. Bring your jokes. Bring your courage. Let’s call the play before the game ends without us. Let’s keep it candid. Let’s keep it kind. And let's finally keep it real. With nothing left to lose and everything left to say, Rumple I'm Still Standing Why Hurt Me

the notuing

To the Residents of Waterford and Beyond, I hope this message finds you doing spectacularly—perhaps better than your WiFi signal on a stormy night. I won’t waste your time with empty welcomes or hollow optimism. I’ve stayed silent long enough. I’ve given everything to this country. My time. My mind. My effort. My wealth. My voice. And what have I received in return? Rape. Torture. Mutilation. Then silence. Then intimidation. You think I’m exaggerating? You think this kind of thing only happens in movies or history books? No—it happens right here, in places just like this, to people who dare to live loudly, boldly, and unapologetically. If existing too loudly is now cause for erasure, then the rest of you should be terrified. I’m being silenced. Not for doing something wrong—but for daring to speak while not fitting some predefined mold. For holding too much influence, for having too much money, and for refusing to obey the rules of quiet compliance. If you think I'm their only target, you’ve lost your minds. They’re just getting started. I'm not your problem. I'm your warning signal. And while some of you sit in silence, I am over here trying to save your stupid lives. I’m not the villain—I’m the one pointing the flashlight at what’s coming. I’m fighting for a reality where speech is still free, where corruption is called out, and where survival doesn’t require silence. So if you’re ready to stop pretending this is normal—if you’re ready to get off the sidelines—bring your ideas. Bring your jokes. Bring your courage. Let’s call the play before the game ends without us. Let’s keep it candid. Let’s keep it kind. And let's finally keep it real. With nothing left to lose and everything left to say, Rumple I'm Still Standing Why Hurt Me

To the Residents of Waterford and Beyond, I hope this message finds you doing spectacularly—perhaps better than your WiFi signal on a stormy night. I won’t waste your time with empty welcomes or hollow optimism. I’ve stayed silent long enough. I’ve given everything to this country. My time. My mind. My effort. My wealth. My voice. And what have I received in return? Rape. Torture. Mutilation. Then silence. Then intimidation. You think I’m exaggerating? You think this kind of thing only happens in movies or history books? No—it happens right here, in places just like this, to people who dare to live loudly, boldly, and unapologetically. If existing too loudly is now cause for erasure, then the rest of you should be terrified. I’m being silenced. Not for doing something wrong—but for daring to speak while not fitting some predefined mold. For holding too much influence, for having too much money, and for refusing to obey the rules of quiet compliance. If you think I'm their only target, you’ve lost your minds. They’re just getting started. I'm not your problem. I'm your warning signal. And while some of you sit in silence, I am over here trying to save your stupid lives. I’m not the villain—I’m the one pointing the flashlight at what’s coming. I’m fighting for a reality where speech is still free, where corruption is called out, and where survival doesn’t require silence. So if you’re ready to stop pretending this is normal—if you’re ready to get off the sidelines—bring your ideas. Bring your jokes. Bring your courage. Let’s call the play before the game ends without us. Let’s keep it candid. Let’s keep it kind. And let's finally keep it real. With nothing left to lose and everything left to say, Rumple I'm Still Standing Why Hurt Me

the notuing

To the Residents of Waterford and Beyond, I hope this message finds you doing spectacularly—perhaps better than your WiFi signal on a stormy night. I won’t waste your time with empty welcomes or hollow optimism. I’ve stayed silent long enough. I’ve given everything to this country. My time. My mind. My effort. My wealth. My voice. And what have I received in return? Rape. Torture. Mutilation. Then silence. Then intimidation. You think I’m exaggerating? You think this kind of thing only happens in movies or history books? No—it happens right here, in places just like this, to people who dare to live loudly, boldly, and unapologetically. If existing too loudly is now cause for erasure, then the rest of you should be terrified. I’m being silenced. Not for doing something wrong—but for daring to speak while not fitting some predefined mold. For holding too much influence, for having too much money, and for refusing to obey the rules of quiet compliance. If you think I'm their only target, you’ve lost your minds. They’re just getting started. I'm not your problem. I'm your warning signal. And while some of you sit in silence, I am over here trying to save your stupid lives. I’m not the villain—I’m the one pointing the flashlight at what’s coming. I’m fighting for a reality where speech is still free, where corruption is called out, and where survival doesn’t require silence. So if you’re ready to stop pretending this is normal—if you’re ready to get off the sidelines—bring your ideas. Bring your jokes. Bring your courage. Let’s call the play before the game ends without us. Let’s keep it candid. Let’s keep it kind. And let's finally keep it real. With nothing left to lose and everything left to say, Rumple I'm Still Standing Why Hurt Me

the notuing

To the Residents of Waterford and Beyond, I hope this message finds you doing spectacularly—perhaps better than your WiFi signal on a stormy night. I won’t waste your time with empty welcomes or hollow optimism. I’ve stayed silent long enough. I’ve given everything to this country. My time. My mind. My effort. My wealth. My voice. And what have I received in return? Rape. Torture. Mutilation. Then silence. Then intimidation. You think I’m exaggerating? You think this kind of thing only happens in movies or history books? No—it happens right here, in places just like this, to people who dare to live loudly, boldly, and unapologetically. If existing too loudly is now cause for erasure, then the rest of you should be terrified. I’m being silenced. Not for doing something wrong—but for daring to speak while not fitting some predefined mold. For holding too much influence, for having too much money, and for refusing to obey the rules of quiet compliance. If you think I'm their only target, you’ve lost your minds. They’re just getting started. I'm not your problem. I'm your warning signal. And while some of you sit in silence, I am over here trying to save your stupid lives. I’m not the villain—I’m the one pointing the flashlight at what’s coming. I’m fighting for a reality where speech is still free, where corruption is called out, and where survival doesn’t require silence. So if you’re ready to stop pretending this is normal—if you’re ready to get off the sidelines—bring your ideas. Bring your jokes. Bring your courage. Let’s call the play before the game ends without us. Let’s keep it candid. Let’s keep it kind. And let's finally keep it real. With nothing left to lose and everything left to say, Rumple I'm Still Standing Why Hurt Me

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