Land of the Thieves, Home of the Hypocrites

If we’re going to talk about immigrants, let’s start with the original ones. The ones who stole land, rewrote the Bible in the image and still want us to believe they’re chosen to lead.

Native Americans have been living throughout the Americas for thousands of years. Europeans showed up claiming the land and saying they had every right because they were backed by the Doctrine of Discovery. What that is, is a religious/ political claim that gave Christian Europeans the “right” to take ANY non-Christian land “in the name of the crown”. They planted flags, reported back to “the crown” and received more money, people, and troops who set up colonies. Indigenous people were forced to convert to Christianity or labeled as savages and treated like animals. If they resisted, they were killed, enslaved, or forcibly removed. Europeans brought disease like smallpox and the measles and wiped-out Native populations who were ill equipped and slaughtered the rest.

If that wasn’t enough, the colonizers didn’t want to tend to the land they stole themselves, so instead forced indigenous people to do so and later trafficked African slaves through the transatlantic salve trade to join in as well.

Colonizers renamed rivers, cities, people. They brought European languages, governments, borders, and values. Erasing the history, religion, and identities of indigenous persons. Much of like what they do today with black culture.

Colonizers call us “minorities” to keep us in a cage. To remind us that we’re lower than them. Lesser than. That they are more capable of leading because of their genetics.

They believe they are closer to God when a lot of them don’t even believe in one. The very countries that colonized the world in the name of Christianity, reject the very God they used to justify their conquest.

Colonizers always claim to be “building a better world”. When in reality it has always been about power, profit, and control. Many wars and racial systems in place today are direct result of colonization. Think about that the next time you want to call someone an immigrant.

The Felon MAGA Follows

I have goals. Almost completely impossible ones—the kind that demand everything from me. Time, energy, sacrifice, relentless effort. But lately, I’ve been asking myself: what’s the point?

I live in a country where college security guards are being trained like ICE agents—because the students are considered the threat. Meanwhile, the man pulling the strings has been convicted of 34 felonies.

Thirty-four.

So why shouldn’t I just rob a bank? Why am I out here trying to do the right thing when it’s clear that doing the wrong thing gets you further? Trump has made openly racist, sexist, and vile comments. He’s told the world to “grab women by the p*y.” He stripped away DEI initiatives, which were created to address the very real biases marginalized people face on campuses and in the workplace. In one move, he made it even harder for people who don’t look like him to get anywhere in life.

He’s been connected to the Epstein files. You know, the ones tied to child trafficking on a private island—but nobody seems to care. He’s been impeached—twice. He’s been accused of rigging elections. And still… people vote for him.

At this point, I have to ask: Are y’all brainwashed? Part of a cult? Or just straight-up evil?

And the biggest joke? He still talks about immigrants like they’re the problem.

We’re all from somewhere else. Unless you’re Native American, you’re standing on stolen land. So who’s the real threat?

Let me be clear: There is nothing more dangerous in this country than a bored, powerful, entitled white man who feels humiliated. History proves it. From mass shootings to economic crashes to unjust wars—the pattern is there if you’re willing to look. But people don’t want to. They’d rather wear red hats and call it patriotism.

Where’s your humanity? Your empathy?

More of us have died peacefully protesting than you have for storming government buildings.

And yet you still think you’re on the right side of history?

Make. It. Make. Sense.

Think about what this world will look like for the generation after us. Your sons, daughters, nieces, nephews—do you really want them to grow up in the rubble of one man’s ego?

Or maybe, we really are too far gone.

They Shame What They Can’t Control

Happy Father’s Day to all the real fathers out there.

I ended up calling off work and going to my dad’s dinner. Honestly, I didn’t think I would after our last falling out, but I showed up anyway. He thanked me more than once—I think he was surprised. But we had a great time, and I’m glad I went.

After dinner, I spent the rest of the night with my siblings. My little brother’s a father too, and he loves to bowl, so we went out for him. I came in third place—and of course, my brothers loved rubbing that in. It was funny though.

Later, back at my dad’s house, one of my brothers started watching Love Island. At some point, he called one of the women on the show a whore for having a “high body count.” That’s when I tensed up—because if I’m anything, I’m a woman’s woman.

He said a woman with 25 bodies is worse than a man with 50. He even called some friends to weigh in. The men agreed with him. The women? Mixed responses—but most still leaned toward blaming the woman.

Their reasoning?

“Women should have more self-control.”

“Men will sleep with anything—it’s just what they do.”

So that makes it okay? Because men “can’t help it,” they’re off the hook?

Why isn’t it just as dirty?

Then someone used the old metaphor: too many pens in the same ink contaminates the ink. But if we flipped it—if a single pen had been dipped in too many inks—suddenly that’s fine?

That logic is so deeply flawed, it hurts. And the women who co-sign it? You’re part of the problem. You’re enabling men by excusing their behavior and holding other women to a standard those men will never meet themselves.

Even the Bible leans into this imbalance. Adultery is centered around women. When women cheat, (sleep around) it’s called adultery. When men cheat, it’s a mistake. A misstep. Something to be forgiven.

Why?

Because we’re “supposed” to have self-control? Or because men have spent centuries telling us we should?

Is this biological—or conditioning?

Because if you ask most men why they have been with so many women, they can’t even tell you. Some will even admit to just being bored.

If men were truly “meant” to sleep with multiple women, then who are they sleeping with—if women aren’t supposed to do the same?

They want women in categories—“wifey material,” “a fling,” “for the streets.”

But God forbid a woman has a side piece, a husband, and a trick—suddenly she’s a hoe?

Funny, because at least her options might offer something other than STDs.

The truth is, the girls they claim are “for the streets” aren’t that different from the ones they praise as “wifey material.” The real difference? Circumstance.

Maybe she didn’t have a father around. That’s the classic excuse.

Or maybe she did—and watched him play women like a game.

And now that’s what she thinks love looks like.

Behavior rubs off—not just on sons, but daughters too.

You say you don’t want your daughter to live like that—but you still desire and pursue women who do? Make it make sense.

The truth is: you view women as objects.

You hate that another man might be capable of pleasing us even more.

Because for all your chest-beating bravado, your ego is paper-thin.

All it takes is one seed of doubt to break it. One better man. One better memory.

So you reach for what you’ve always used—shame.

You call us “whores,” “hoes,” “bops,” “thots,” and whatever new word you invent next—

Not to protect women, but to control them.

You want us silent. Modest. Ashamed.

Ashamed of the power we have.

Ashamed of the fact that we could never need you as much as you need us.

Here’s the truth:

Men have been threatened by female sexuality since the beginning of time.

They hate how much power lives between our legs. So they try to control it, take it, regulate it—because deep down, it controls them.

Let’s be real.

It’s not that women need men.

It’s that men need access to women.

Women don’t need to jump from one man to another. But a lot of men do jump from woman to woman—because they don’t know how to sit with themselves.

How many men do you know that aren’t texting, flirting with, or “talking to” at least one or a few woman?

Exactly.

They will even text girls they have zero interest in just to be surrounded by feminine energy.

We’ve forgotten our power. We’ve let them run unchecked for so long that some of us started believing we’re the ones who have to prove ourselves. To them.

When are we going to stop making excuses for them and start respecting ourselves again?

And if you’re young, if you don’t know your worth yet—listen up. These men will use you, sleep with you, and then mock you behind your back. They’ll brag to their friends about what you gave them, but never give you the love you deserve.

Stop settling for five minutes in bed when you could have a lifetime of self-worth.

You want to fix these boys who think:

“Me big. Me strong. Me have meat between legs.”

That’s your king? Really?

Men who’ll humiliate you just to make their friends laugh? Men who are only loyal to their ego?

Wake up.

They need us. But they’ll keep making you believe you need them.

Journal Entry #13

I haven’t been blogging as much. I’ve been busy with school and life. I’m going through a situation right now that I shouldn’t have to be stressing about and being accused of something I didn’t do. Now it’s not as extreme as I’m making it out to be but it’s a pretty dramatic situation.

My dad kicked me out.

He kicked me out because he disrespected my cousin and when she had the voice to speak up for herself he called her disrespectful. He’s been getting away with bullying us for far too long and I was proud to call her my cousin at that moment.

He kicked her out first and she was just so quick with her responses. Everything he said she matched. Once she left he turned his attention on me. My dad has a misogynistic mentality so he doesn’t believe WOMEN should ever fix their mouth to talk to him like that. And if any men ever read this and thought the same thing let me be the first to say FUCK YOU you insecure little bitch.

Anyways once attention was focused on me he asked me why I let her talk to him that way. HUH? I didn’t LET her do anything. I can’t control another woman’s mouth. Shit I agree with her. But I didn’t say that out of respect for him.

In retaliation, he tried to, in his words, “confiscate my bottle” that I paid for. I bought the bottle for the house and keep in mind my dad is a stingy man who never shares his. Normally I wouldn’t buy a bottle big enough for everyone but I was feeling generous. But once he tried to take my possessions I immediately intervened by telling him no. He didn’t like it one bit and kicked me out and told me I couldn’t come back until I apologized. For what? Not letting you run over me? I didn’t even disrespect him. If anyone deserves an apology it’s me.

He shot me a text today saying he couldn’t allow chaos in his house and that when I’m ready we need to talk. Like hold on, why are you still trying to little girl me? I get I’m your child but that doesn’t mean I’m not deserving of respect for the woman that I am. It felt like a condescending, lukewarm apology without him taking any accountability.

On top of that, my job has still managed to overlap scheduling with the man who violated my privacy. After telling me it was my fault that he did so.

Surrounded by a world full of toxic men, but women will always persevere. I will not let them silence and demean me. I will persevere and make them all suffer.

When doing the right thing gets you punished

You know what’s crazy?

How you can do the right thing—and still get punished for it.

Yesterday, I had to work with the guy I reported to HR. He watched me walk in like nothing happened. I kept my head up, walked right past him like he didn’t exist. But I felt sick to my stomach the whole time.

What blows my mind is that another girl once said we didn’t get along, and they changed her entire schedule. But me? I report someone for crossing a boundary—and I’m still scheduled to work with him.

Make it make sense.

HR told me it was my fault because I gave him my phone. Mind you, he offered to help me. I thought he was being kind. But now I’m being told I should’ve known he was trying to go through my gallery?

So let me get this straight: if I leave work at 2AM and get attacked, that’s my fault too? Because I should’ve prepared for it?

Is it ever the attacker’s fault—or always the victim’s?

I’m not trying to play victim here. I’m trying to handle this like an adult. But this whole situation is absurd. I’m losing work hours now because they’re trying to schedule me around him—the one who violated my trust.

And just to flex, he removed me from the bartender group chat. No explanation. Just a silent reminder that he still has power over me.

This is exactly why women don’t speak up.

Because when we do, we’re met with silence, side-eyes, or worse—retaliation. This story is older than time. Women speak up, and the system tells us to be quiet, to move on, to “watch who we trust.”

But if I was someone’s daughter—his daughter—would this be okay?

Or is it only “my fault” because I’m just another outsider, another “girl who should’ve known better”?

Let’s talk about what “should’ve known better” really means.

Should I have known that a man offering help had ulterior motives? Should I have known that handing over my phone meant he’d invade my privacy? Should I have known that by trusting someone, I was “asking for it”?

Using their logic, would it be my fault if I got raped? Because my shirt was too short? Because I bent over to pick something up? Because I have a vagina?

This is what it looks like when a company protects its image instead of its people.

I spoke up. And REGAL CINEMAS retaliated.

Not the man who violated my boundaries. Me.

The same company that constantly brags about “valuing employees,” “supporting safety,” and “fostering community.” The same company that now wants to focus on me having my phone out—a rule no one enforces.

Even my boss said, “I don’t know why they’re focusing on that. Everyone is on their phone from time to time.” Then he turned around and called me “sista.” Like we’re good.

No. We’re not good.

You didn’t have my back. And now I’ve lost hours I need to survive. I have bills. I have responsibilities. I have a right to feel safe at work.

Instead, I feel exposed. Violated. Silenced.

All because I told the truth.

Now what am I supposed to do?

Continue working there? For men who don’t give a damn about me?

I don’t start my new job until the end of next month.

So do I stay?

Do I keep showing up to a place that’s shown me I don’t matter?

Do I endure the ache of uncertainty, the discomfort of being unseen, unheard, unsafe?

Crazy world we’re living in.

I didn’t think this happened in the real world.

All those trainings we took I thought it was for entertainment purposes. Oh how naive I was.

I can see why women stay quiet. But silence never was my calling.