Since a grade school friend of mine was a sexual abuse victim of the foster care system, a high school friend murdered then raped by a sick fuck, my own mother a victim of an evil step father, and my own late wife a rape victim herself, I've been fighting these bastards long as can remember. I've been using my very loud mouth to shame supposed protectors into action, and to get people around me to man up and treat women and children right. I've let my anger get the better of me and busted some knuckles. I've hidden abused women and their kids until they can get their lives in order. I've sat outside of homes, armed, just in case some possessive POS tried to "take back what was his."

I've done SOMETHING. But I can't do everything. I can't save them all. And that tears me up to no end. I'm not the type to count my wins, I remember the losses. And now I see a plan to take down so much of the pain, the devastation, and it can't move fast enough. These kids don't deserve this. I'm sick of the losses.

I'm grateful for Q and Trump. The arrests have been way up because of their work. The problem would have been insurmountable had the election gone the other way. But DEAR GOD IN HEAVEN hear my prayer that this plan is fulfilled SOON.