Immolator of Brandywine 🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘

I'm like any other man only more so.

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[Immolator of Brandywine 🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘 @RobRitchie]

Just saw a girl “clock it” for real, and I have to say, it was adorable.

[Lyndsey Fifield @lyndseyfifield]

I bucked all advice from my friends (and resisted my conservative bias) and decided to fully trust the Times journalists.

As they left my home they asked that I not talk to any other outlets and I insisted then and repeatedly over the following weeks that I would keep my word and only share this story with them.

But then the weeks dragged on. They kept coming back to us saying the editors needed more. I needed to go on the record (okay). We need more screenshots (okay). I met every bench mark they set, eager to provide more sources or evidence as needed.

After the story went up I began to ask them … wait, where are the stories from the other women? Where are their accusations of sexual assault? Why am I the focus? Why are there 11 paragraphs dedicated to detailing my work history (more than has been published about Graham’s by far)?

Why does it say “nobody could corroborate” when I offered them sources that COULD corroborate?

Why did they include an out of context quote from a friend joking “do not call Graham” after I called off my wedding? (Because she knew I would never).

Where were the screenshots they’d said they would use? Or the mention that I’d supported local democrats and that most of my family (and husband) are liberal?

The editors said it was too much, they explained.

The Times also failed to include any mention that I DID confide in multiple friends through the years that Graham had been abusive — long before he was running for office. Those friends confirm they told the Times so.

It dawned on me that this really was a set up all along. The journalists I trusted who convinced me to share a story I never wanted to tell methodically delayed and twisted this into a gift to the Platner campaign. Violating the trust of his victims. Shattering the trust I placed in them with the most vulnerable story of my life.

And at the end of my call with them I reluctantly accepted their insistence that this was still a powerful story and that I had done a brave thing. And I thanked them for all the hard work they had put into it.

Still fawning after all these years.

[Lyndsey Fifield @lyndseyfifield]

Anyone who has ever extracted themselves from a relationship with a narcissistic abuser knows it isn’t clean or easy.

I cringe remembering how many times I tried to play the “cool girl” or fawn in response to what was clearly abusive, coercively controlling behavior by Graham.

I also know how dangerous it is to become the target of a narcissist — so even long after our relationship ended I continued to be upbeat any time he reached out, though I would also immediately shut down any attempts on his part to initiate flirting or romanticizing of the past.

Yes, the day I saw him announce he was running I wanted to make sure people knew he had a Nazi tattoo — and I was terrified he would find out it was me.

But of course he knew it was me.

What’s ironic is I absolutely never would have shared my story if he hadn’t been relentlessly attacking my character behind the scenes for months once the tattoo story came out.

I tried to signal that I wasn’t the source and stayed completely silent about him on social media even as most of my friends posted regularly about what a bad person he is.

But then in early April the New York Times came to me. I asked how they got my number. I said I was not interested in sharing my story. They said but wait—there are other women. Women terrified to tell their stories, too, and you need to band together. WE will help you. We will protect you. Men can’t keep getting away with this.

Hours before their first call to me I saw Eric Swalwell’s name plate get removed from his office door in Cannon. It felt like fate.

I welcomed the two journalists into my home days later, nervous and overwhelmed. Justin Fairfax had just murdered his wife and himself the previous day and even conservative pundits were conjecturing that “if only those women hadn’t accused him of abuse, this never would have happened…”

But I told them my story. I let them take pictures of my diary pages. I sent them screenshots of messages and gave them phone numbers and contacts. It was excruciating. I was surprised by what details I remembered, and as I poured through old messages I was horrified by how much I had forgotten.

I explained very clearly that, like many women abused by their partners, I had not told anyone about his violence at the time—I had covered for and defended it. I accepted his earnest apologies. They said that’s fine because the diary entries and my on the record story was enough.

They connected me to two of the other victims so we wouldn’t feel so alone. I insisted to each of them that I trusted the NYT journalists and that we were doing the right thing despite their (sadly very accurate) sense that something was wrong.

One of the victims and I realized our relationships with Graham overlapped completely - he had been cheating on both of us the entire time we were together.

I should note here that my life is just… beautiful. These are the best years of my life. Raising two young girls in a safe, beautiful neighborhood where I work from home and shuffle my children from dance classes and soccer to church events — I am blessed far beyond what I deserve with wonderful friends and family and the most loving, brilliant husband in the world. Why would I blow my life up like this? Why would I risk the psychotic doxxing from violent leftist activists?

Because while I have been terrified to come forward I decided this was the “hard right thing” to do. The guilt of staying silent has nagged me.

Most therapists recommend a “gray rock” approach to extracting yourself from narcissistic abuse — it works really well, but it is a gift to the abuser, allowing them to persist in their delusion that they’ve done nothing wrong.

I couldn’t stay silent as he continued to lie and lie and lie. I want my daughters to boldly speak out if they’re ever abused as I was.

[Immolator of Brandywine 🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘 @RobRitchie]

@WoodFenton I don’t know if this is factually true, but I like it too much to verify.

[Immolator of Brandywine 🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘 @RobRitchie]

@jimgeraghty Senator, I fear.

[Immolator of Brandywine 🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘 @RobRitchie]

@flapprdotnet I've never looked forward to a COF more than the one tomorrow....

[Immolator of Brandywine 🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘 @RobRitchie]

@KurtSchlichter He did not, in fact, wanna think at all.

[Immolator of Brandywine 🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘 @RobRitchie]

I have a Mediterranean Gecko living in my bedroom. Past experience has taught me that I cannot catch one of these guys without hurting myself, him, or both.

So far, he's well behaved, and I don't want drama, but I'll tell you one thing: my wife is going to absolutely shit if he crawls on her.

[Immolator of Brandywine 🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘 @RobRitchie]

@SheldrickTrust We love to hear about these success stories! Do you have similar ones about bulls who successfully rewild?

[alexandriabrown @alexthechick]

I love every variant of this joke.

[Immolator of Brandywine 🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘 @RobRitchie]

@aelfred_D sorry, moved on to the Penny Lane gif.

[Immolator of Brandywine 🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘 @RobRitchie]

@flapprdotnet “If I have seen further it is by standing on the enormous cans of Giants.”

[alexandriabrown @alexthechick]

This is not wrong. Also @aelfred_D

[Alyssa Hazel, Page Turner @AlysssaHazel]

"I feel bad for you son, I got 99 problems but a lich ain't one."

[Immolator of Brandywine 🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘 @RobRitchie]

@Blackmoor_Film Foregiven

[JD Vance @JDVance]

If the fraud rate is really as low as Democrats claim, why are they fighting so hard to hide the data? Why not just work with USDA to audit and validate where the money is going? Their resistance to us going after fraud is part of why these programs ballooned in the first place.

[Immolator of Brandywine 🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘🐘 @RobRitchie]

@flapprdotnet She’s a contender.

[Aelfred The Great @aelfred_D]

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