How Would They Smear You?
When you’re up against the machine, which has had many incarcerations, they’ll do anything to make you the villain. Instead of prosecuting the man who murdered Renee Good, they’ve decided to investigate the victim and her widow.
It’s certainly not a new tactic. The government and the elite have been in the smearing business forever.
From untethered in legal reality indictments to AI-generated criminal records to a character crucifixion, the smear campaign has more steam and amplification than those viral jeans commercials.
In watching these shapeshifters assassinate people literally and figuratively, the only conclusion is that no one is safe from either. They label us as domestic terrorists, acting as though activism is somehow un-American.
The truth is a construct, and those who defame and destroy with ease have a foundation built on the monetization of hate.
So, how would they paint you to control a narrative?
How would they demonize you should you get in the way of their bullets?
I asked myself this. We’ve probably been the bad guy in somebody’s story, whether we deserved it or not. Those are more personal and messy. We are, after all, imperfect. Maybe they’d say I was a radical liberal, which is true in that I’m unapologetically one. No crimes, no scandals, no fraud. Trauma, yes. Shame, no. A therapist and a prescription, yes, but still no shame, though.
How would they tear me apart? Any which way they could, but lies and shallow schemes fall apart. Even though some will cling to this house of cards, held together by perverted “morals” that are a mirage.
Musing on how they would smear me, some of us have been here before. It’s why we don’t report rape. They put victims on trial. Look no further for proof of this than all those harmed by Epstein, Trump, and company.
If they need to give me a villain origin story, they’ll find something to manipulate or just create the smear from scratch.
They can say whatever to bend me into being someone to despise. In the end, all that will matter is that I meant a lot to many and that I never let those bastards break me.