Cassandras Anonymous

A post dedicated to the poor fucks saying, "I told you so"

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It started in 2016. I was told I was overreacting, even by well-meaning liberal friends. My then-boyfriend, now-spouse, and maybe two other people agreed. One of them in Europe.

I thought I was. I hoped I was. I pushed the thoughts from my mind. But the feelings in my gut didn’t go away.

The next time, in October of 2020, I got a notification that RGB had died. I scheduled my bisalp consultation. (For those who don’t know what that is, I yeeted my Fallopian tubes.) because I never wanted to be pregnant. I had this feeling, again. There is a lot of noise about men taking responsibility, but I wanted the security. It was more cost effective, and sometimes vasectomies fail. I didn’t want that chance. No tubes = No babies. In that time, we got Amy Comey-Barrett. As an Ex-Catholic, even from a family of liberal Catholics, I know exactly what they have been trying to do. I was terrified that if I didn't do this now, I wouldn’t get the chance. And I knew that if the birth control failed, if abortion wasn’t available, I would die. Either in a back-ally abortion or my own hand. Having a child would kill me.

I let my mom know what was going on.

“I thought you were waiting until you were 38 with the IUD?” she asked me.

“I don’t think I’m going to have that long. They’re going to overturn Roe.”

“Sweetheart, you’re over-reacting. That’ll never happen.”

“OK, but I’m not taking the chance.”

For the record, spouse was with me 100%, (and always is. You know that I know you read this, love <3. I love you, always.) He was the one who knew the doctors who would green-light me. They were his doctors for many years, and being married meant it would be much easier to get the procedure,. He is also childfree by choice. And also had a vasectomy failure. It made way more sense that, since I had the potential to be pregnant, I get the procedure done.

In the span of those 3 months from October to December, I was both married and sterilized. Nothing but IVF would wake this womb (With the added bonus of 1-3 day, mild-as-fuck periods and an early detection of cysts and endometriosis, I might add. All of which was removed.)

And then, just a few years later, Roe fell. I texted my mom. She didn’t want to talk about it. She learned to listen a little better after that. In contrast, my in-laws, who are much more politically aware (And retired, so no job to worry about) were echoing what I was: That this is very wrong.

You know what happened just a few years later.

It was a lovely, 4-year holiday from the madness, sort of.

When Biden was elected, while I wasn’t happy, I was relieved. I just wanted some normalcy. I knew that despite trump’s assurances that if he lost he would go away, I knew that wasn’t happening. And since he was out of office, they could charge him, right? Right?

Then January 6th came along. And we waited. And waited. And WAITED for accountability.

But all we got were platitudes and stalling and talks of “Return to normal” (Which wasn’t good at ALL for anyone who wasn’t rich) and “Putting aside differences.” I started to suspect that he would never see consequences. 50 fucking years he hasn’t, why would he now. It solidified my notion that the rich have a different justice system than we do. When Garland finally decided to do something, everyone cheered. I… didn’t. I had that same feeling.

“But this time we got him!” they said, when all of the charges were rendered.

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

I’d seen this before. We’d walked this road before. The Muller report seems so long ago, doesn’t it? The one that absolutely did not exonerate trump from attempting to steal the election via a Russian misinformation campaign. You remember that, right? It seems so… quaint.

Don’t forget the rape trial that wasn’t because the victim received death threats. That came out around the same time as the “emails”. I have 0 love for Hillary. She is a corporate shill, and I can’t stand her face or her voice. But I voted for her. Because I knew in my gut, even if I couldn’t put a finger on it, what the future would look like under a man who used bankruptcy to avoid paying the people who worked for him. (Do you really think that you can make a casino go under without trying? If you do, I got some primo moon land to sell you)

And that was in my mind watching every misstep in regard to trump.

See, the most dangerous opponent is one who has no fucking clue what he’s doing. You can’t play by “normal” rules. You can’t “Go high”

I’ve been told by many people who play chess about this very concept: It’s basically a Chaos play. Because, even if you know all the rules and all the plays, some dumbfuck who picks up a piece for the first time has an OK chance of beating you. The problem is, trump is a master at this bullshit. That’s how he has escaped accountability for 50 years. Unless you account for this, and can play him at his own game, he wins.

Heads I win, Tails you lose.

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If you follow me so far and are nodding your head, this one’s for you.

This is the crux of Cassandra. This mythological character predicts the future, but is cursed to not be believed. She predicted the fall of Troy, and she was ignored.

So, I held firm with my insistence that this was never going to be over. News articles proclaimed that it was over. This was “The Big One”(TM) over every count, every ruling, every detail. Even my spouse thought something HAD to give. He thought Justice existed.

I told him my thoughts, and he listened. He knows of this weird little bit of precognition I have (Just kidding, it’s patterns, y’all) and while he was hopeful, he would ask me my thoughts.

“No, this isn’t going to do anything. Unless he’s in a hearse or an orange jumpsuit…”

It was good that I was there to temper his expectations.

I had a panic attack the day after Biden announced he wouldn’t run. I knew. It was too late for this dumbfuckery, and I was furious. I called out of work and spent my day in a daze of panic, trying desperately to get my heart and brain to stop racing. When my spouse came home, I lost it, and sobbed in his arms. My spouse held me while I freaked the fuck out.

It is not easy to rattle me. I’ve watched my father waste away, and came to grips with my mortality at 5, in preparation for my dad’s death.

I was 5 fucking years old, and I knew the finality of death, and knew what horrors disease can wreak on a human body. But in that moment, with my spouse, I was beyond scared. Not only for me, but for those I loved.

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The date caught my attention, and it was a bad omen.

When I realized that the election was to be on 11/05, it was just the icing on the shitty precognition Sundae.

“Remember, Remember, the 5th of November, the Gunpowder Treason and Plot”

Despite his current fame as the face of Anonymous, Guy Fawkes was a theocratic, Catholic psychopath who wanted a Catholic theocracy established. He was not the suave, scarred V from V for Vendetta, who spoke in poetry and brutality, who wielded blades against tyrants, but a would-be tyrant who wanted to instill his will on the unwilling masses.

Sounds familiar, right?

The morning after was Hell, but the week after was worse.

This one hasn’t come to pass yet, but watching the fumbling the Democrats did in the aftermath was fucking disgraceful, and I was hoping against hope that the government would do something.

Harris’s quick concession was fucking disgraceful. If she was worried about pride, or looking crazy by demanding a recount, or whatever her reasoning was, I will never forgive her for it. Because those of us paying attention have called the plays over the last… fuck, almost a year?

I read documents from Election Truth Alliance, posts on r/somethingwrong2024, and the letter Harris was sent by numerous cyber experts in full. (it’s posted everywhere, and this is stream of conscious, so you can go to their website and read it, along with the massive analysis of the election, showing the anomalous data. I fucking encourage it before you call me “blueanon”. Along with the SMART election analysis.)

This hasn’t been proven or verified yet, but looking back, yet again, I feel like we’ll be proven right.

Because we’ve called all the plays, either in part or in whole, yet no one listens

I wrote an article about trump’s plan for homeless and disabled people. I went off "RFK’s Wellness Camps” and did a write up reminding people that we never abolished slavery. I wrote that he was going to make it easier to imprison people to preform slave labor, as it was only abolished unless it was a punishment for a crime.

D.C is a test. He is seeing if he can get away with it. Like a toddler pushing limits. I am not the only one who called this, by the way. But there is a lot of surprised Pikachu’s looking back at me.

I’ve written about how his plans are to “decrease the surplus population” for MONTHS in notes and comments on this very platform. The “Big, Beautiful bill” will do that. I’ve also written about his attempts to turn women into breeding stock by criminalizing birth control, which people have fought me on, because they do not understand that these people will attempt to classify birth control as “abortion”. We’re starting to see the rumblings of that now that they have effectively killed Roe and are working on restricting interstate travel for women.

This is a sampling. I’m sure if I actually took the time to go through my body of work here, or the text messages I have in meat space, I could provide more evidence of this “precognition”. But it’s not that. It’s much more simple.

It’s pattern recognition and over-consumption of media

Literally. I’ve watched and read enough fiction to know where this is going, and my brain, despite it’s faults, is good at pattern recognition. That is all it is. And the rest of you need to get good at it, yesterday.

I’m not talking to you, the one sitting here nodding along. You, my lovely, are a Cassandra.

I’m talking about you, the one reading these words and thinking I’m high. I wish I was. I am a bit drunk, but not that much. Let me show you. I wrote this in April.

So, maybe next time you think we’re mad, read the myth of Cassandra. Then read it three more times to make sure you understand it. Then, maybe, you can tell me I’m a lunatic. If you’re right, we win. If I’m right, we lose.

Thank you for reading! Please stay safe ~ Ana the insurance demon.

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