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Live Today @ 6:30 to discuss Bombshells in CK case:
1. 350K Life insurance Policy
2. Charlie’s Final Debate scrubbed from the internet
3. Mormon Research Ministry
4. Integrity Security’s Brotherhood Tat of allegiance

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What do we think?

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Karen Read : Commonwealth’s witness list #freekarenread Not!

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11 months ago | [YT] | 94

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The Fall of #freekarenread

Oh, Karen Reed, a name so stark,
Who lit the flames to scorch the dark,
She called the broken, the weak, the vile,
Gathered the cursed in single file.

She whispered lies, her siren’s song,
To those too lost to see the wrong.
The inbred, unlearned, clung to her creed,
Hungry for hatred, fed on her need.

“Innocence,” she cried, her claim a jest,
While truth lay bleeding, robbed of rest.
Her army swarmed with poisoned breath,
Defending lies with love for death.

The Kool-Aid flowed, a toxic stream,
Binding them tighter to her dream.
Caught in her snare, they begged for more,
Blind to the blood on her crimson floor.

The innocent trembled, hunted and scorned,
By hands so twisted, hearts forlorn.
Children wept, families torn,
As chaos thrived and hope was mourned.

For Karen’s lies were never small,
Each one towering, a crumbling wall.
Yet her flock stayed loyal, deaf to truth,
Craving her hatred, scorning proof.

Oh, Karen Reed, the web you weave,
Built on the broken hearts that grieve.
But every lie must meet its end,
For truth is a flame no hate can bend.

The innocents stand, though battered, strong,
A beacon to those who see the wrong.
And Karen’s army, though fierce their plea,
Will one day face eternity.

For hatred fades, and lies unwind,
But justice waits for every kind.
And Karen Reed, your darkened soul,
Will face the weight of what you stole.

1 year ago | [YT] | 115

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The Pyramid of Pain #luigimangione

In the land of the brave, where the stars gleam bright,
Healthcare’s a shadow that dims the light.
The most expensive, the highest cost,
Yet lives are shortened, and futures lost.

Mortality climbs, life expectancy dips,
While wealth drips away like a slow eclipse.
Denied claims seal a patient’s fate,
Profits flourish while it’s too late.

The CEOs sit atop their thrones,
Twenty million a year, their pockets grown.
Blood money flows from the sick and weak,
Extortion masked in systems bleak.

A pill that’s pennies becomes a fortune,
Procedures priced like rarest portions.
Hospitals charge for air we breathe,
And wealth is stripped before we leave.

The pyramid looms, its foundation cracks,
A generational weight it can’t hold back.
Millennials toil for the boomers’ care,
But who will be there when theirs is bare?

They haven’t rebuilt the pyramid’s base,
A dwindling birthrate, a deadly race.
When golden years arrive at last,
Who will pay the bills amassed?

Healthcare here is a cruel charade,
A racket, a scheme, a wealth cascade.
It’s high time we rise, refuse to ignore,
Demand reform, demand much more.

For life is not a profit line,
Nor should care come with a price so fine.
Break the pyramid, level the field,
Only then can justice be revealed.

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1 year ago | [YT] | 19

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I hit him, I hit him #karenRead

In the blizzard’s howl, her screams rang clear,
“I hit him! I hit him!”—a cry of fear.
The paramedics knelt, their breath held tight,
A man frozen solid in the pale moonlight.

His body lay cold, his pulse undone,
A life snuffed out before the rising sun.
And in her voice, a drunken wail,
A story unraveled—a haunting tale.

Her blood still reeked of the night before,
A toxic brew, a reckless pour.
She stammered, “My taillight—it’s cracked, you see,”
The pieces fit too perfectly.

At twenty-four miles per hour, she reversed,
Clipping him hard, the collision rehearsed.
The taillight shards embedded in his shirt,
His skull left fractured, his body inert.

But instead of aid, instead of care,
She left him to freeze in the winter air.
“I called my parents,” she would later confess,
“They said, ‘Stop talking, we’ll clean this mess.’”

And so began her tales of blame,
A shifting story, a shameful game.
“It was a dog!” she cried, with feigned dismay,
Then a teen was the culprit the very next day.

“The medics framed me!” she screamed in vain,
“The cops planted taillight shards again!”
Excuse upon excuse, her web grew thick,
Her lies spun faster, her truth grew sick.

Yet the snow remembered, the frost knew well,
The cold bore witness, the ice could tell.
And as the years passed, the whispers grew,
Her guilt like a shadow that never withdrew.

Until at last, in twenty twenty-five,
The justice she dodged would finally arrive.
In prison walls, her cries now fade,
A legacy of lies and choices made.

For truth may freeze, but it will not die,
And the snow will sing of the night she lied.

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The Frosted Lies of Karen Read

At twenty-four miles an hour she sped,
Backward into the night where the darkness bled.
A thud, a jolt—then silence grew,
As her boyfriend lay broken, frostbite due.

Did she rush to his side, did she cradle his hand?
No—she called her parents, to craft her stand.
“I don’t know where he is,” her stories began,
While the snow sealed the fate of the dying man.

“I hit him, I hit him,” her lips did confess,
But quickly her stories turned into a mess.
“A dog did it! A teen! No, the cops framed me too!”
Her guilt danced in circles, her lies spun anew.

The DA, the medics, the stars, and the moon,
All bore her blame in her frantic tune.
Her tales grew as tangled as tire-marked ground,
Where love turned to fury, where justice was bound.

So heed this rhyme of Karen’s woe,
Where truth was buried beneath the snow.
For a Lexus may glide, but it cannot erase,
The tracks of a crime nor the marks of disgrace.

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Will Karen Read be convicted?

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The Karen Read Saga: Week One

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