roofie coladas and pudding pops
It's May Day — a time for pagan fertility rituals, the springie budding of flowers and such, return of the hummingbirds to my feeder, and all those things that make life a bit more enjoyable for many of us. |
There is an element in the dating scene whereby predators stalk their prey in the night clubs and the dance halls with roofie coladas or other drinks designed to deprive a woman of her senses long enough to be captured and brought to some secretive space whereby she may be given a taste of the pudding pop of her captor.
Typically, the perpetrators of these acts of aggression and conquest are would be "upper eschelon" practitioners of media arts or politics who are in actuality those bottom feeding denizens of those darkest nightmares of women everywhere.
It is strange that those who would aid and abet these people are never brought to justice while those perpetrators exposed rarely suffer the consequences of their actions as well ...
Leaving the violated to suffer their wounds — usually alone and in private but sometimes aloud and booming.
Will it ever end or will the Bills of the world who think that womankind is their playground and subject to their bites and druggings and victimization cease to likewise be further preyed upon by the mainstream media who protect those who would harm them as if it were their sworn duty.
The dark state infiltration of the media with operatives who monitor and control these institutions are that which makes the news all too worthless in these days of fakery and deception running amok in The Republic.