Make America Accountable Again

You’re not crazy for feeling like the floor dropped out. Before the Epstein files, you could still hold onto hope. Hope that we were wrong. Hope that no one could actually be that evil. Hope that the conspiracies were exaggerated or distorted or just internet noise.

Then the proof landed. And it wasn’t just real. It was worse than you ever let yourself imagine. You already knew Trump wasn’t a good guy. You knew he was a crook. You knew he didn’t respect women. Somehow, people decided they could live with that. You still don’t understand how, and that confusion is part of what snapped you awake.

Because now, if someone still supports what’s happening with ICE while dismissing the Epstein files, after the lies, after the coverups, after being shown exactly how deep the rot goes, you don’t just feel disappointed. You hate it. You hate the denial. You hate the excuses. You hate the way people bend themselves into knots just to avoid admitting they were wrong.

This country was founded on life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

Since when did simply existing as an immigrant become a crime? Since when did we forget that we are all immigrants? How is it that the same people claiming to be protecting children, are the same ones harming both behind closed doors? You’re left asking what’s real anymore. What’s a lie. How much of what you were taught was ever true.

People tell you to stop reading. To log off. To ignore it. To be happy. That makes you furious, because this was never supposed to be comfortable. The victims don’t get to look away. The truth doesn’t come packaged as self-care. Ignoring it is not peace. It’s choosing convenience over conscience.

You feel a pull toward unity. United we stand. We the people. Not as a slogan, but as a responsibility. Because if we don’t wake the fuck up and do something, then these words mean nothing while real harm continues. And here’s what scares you most. You are not an angry person. You keep to yourself. You don’t even like most people. So for you to be this outraged, this focused, this unwilling to let it go, you know it’s not just you. Something is breaking open. People are waking up whether they’re ready or not.

You don’t want to feel better. You don’t want to be soothed. You want to help. You don’t know how yet. There’s no clear path. No instructions. No one handing out roles. Just this relentless pressure building in your chest, the knowledge that you cannot live comfortably knowing what’s being done in your name. Staying silent would be easier, but it would rot you from the inside. Doing nothing is still a choice, and it’s one you can’t make anymore.

This isn’t about God. It’s not about party lines. It’s not about optics or being on the right side of history. It’s about the simplest and most uncomfortable truth. You are a good fucking person. And good people do not look away.

There is no going back to how things were before. And why the fuck would you want to. Before meant not knowing. Before meant comfort built on ignorance. Before meant telling yourself it wasn’t that bad, that it couldn’t be that bad, that surely someone else would handle it. You see it now. You feel it now. Whatever illusion existed is gone, and it should be. Going back would mean choosing blindness. It would mean choosing ease over integrity.

This is different. This is heavier. This is harder. But it’s honest. You’re not looking for peace. You’re looking for justice. You’re not asking to be led. You’re deciding not to stay silent anymore.

And you don’t know yet what comes next.