moon’s haunted

Meat. Hockey.

[moon’s haunted @trunkmunkey]

A real Chicago guy like Obama should be brought in, for he just has a certain way of stepping in and making everything better. Like Libya.

[Tommy Vietor @TVietor08]

Pritzer should strip the team from the McCaskey family and give every Chicago resident a stake.

[moon’s haunted @trunkmunkey]

@iowahawkblog “How’d your kid end up with that bruise”

“Got spin kicked by a robot in a blue wig”

(writes down ‘parental abuse’)

[moon’s haunted @trunkmunkey]

@seanmdav @iowahawkblog Tshirt/mug oppurtunity there

[moon’s haunted @trunkmunkey]

Broke into Platners apartment

[Oilfield Rando @Oilfield_Rando]

What ever happened to Will Stancil?

[moon’s haunted @trunkmunkey]

Bears are leaving.

Pritzker and Johnson:

[Holden @Holden114]

If Kavanaugh had a Nazi tattoo and a history of shitposting about rape and killing I might have taken Blasey Ford's account more seriously.

To act like these situations are equivalent is sophistry.

[Bx Wood @populusaigeiros]

It really is this simple

[moon’s haunted @trunkmunkey]

Just ask Obama’s chef.

[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.

[moon’s haunted @trunkmunkey]

@armatusG He seems to be a loyalty test

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@Randy_Shannon Epi-what?

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@upstatefederlst Wild times

[moon’s haunted @trunkmunkey]

Nothing worse than arriving at the halfway point on the neighborhood loop and remembering the buffalo chicken fries I treated myself to last night

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@GlomarResponder TBF, the marines recruited hyper violent criminals from the insane asylums

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Absolutely amazing what one can accomplish when almost the entirety of the media has your back and power is at stake

[EducatëdHillbilly™ @RobProvince]

2016: Punch a Nazi.

2026: No not that one.

[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.

[moon’s haunted @trunkmunkey]

Moe

[Buitengebieden @buitengebieden]

What would you name this dog? 😅

[Libs of TikTok @libsoftiktok]

MASSIVE WIN: Trump-appointed U.S. District Judge Brian Buescher just struck down a Nebraska law which allowed some illegals to be eligible for taxpayer funded tuition

Not a penny to illegals!

[moon’s haunted @trunkmunkey]

@magills_ With his fist

[moon’s haunted @trunkmunkey]

Gonna make the kids watch Ike tonight

[alex kershaw @kershaw_alex]

D-Day Minus 1 has begun in England. Ike is feeling the pressure like no other can. These are the most stressful hours of his life. A journalist notes he is "bowed down with worry...as though each of the four stars on either shoulder weighed a ton." He has a constant ringing in his right ear. Almost frantic with nervous exhaustion, he lights cigarette after cigarette, some 60 filterless a day. He has a palsy in his hand from signing so many orders. The fate of the free world rests with him and him alone. See more at https://t.co/91MLInspp6