"Quiet, Quiet, Piggy"

[sop]

"That is how it began, his stubby swollen little finger slicing through the stale recycled air of Air Force One like a bloated orange metronome of misogyny, wagging inches from her face as if he were reprimanding a child instead of belittling a woman whose only crime was asking a legitimate question. His lip curled upward into that familiar feral grimace, the one that exposes the moral gangrene rotting through the rancid marrow of a man who never had humanity to begin with, only the spoiled echo of what he imagines power feels like. It was an expression of entitlement so deep it could drown continents, cruelty lacquered in ego, contempt lacquered in a smirk."

"His voice slithered out in a low, patronizing hiss he saves for women he cannot overpower. 'Quiet. Quiet, piggy.' Twice, like an incantation. Like a command. As if sheer repetition could shove her back into the centuries-old posture women have been forced to fold into around men like him. He stared at her as if she were trespassing on his delusional throne. As if her question about the Epstein files, about the girls, about the truth, was a personal insult to his flimsy manufactured majesty. As if she did not deserve to breathe the same pressurized cabin air he had already polluted with ego, fantasy, and rot."

"How dare she. How dare this woman with her notebook and her credentials and her courage interrupt his spectacle. How dare she fracture the performance with a question he could not bury beneath his usual blizzard of bluster. How dare she summon the truth circling him like a storm he has spent decades trying to outrun. How dare she when men like him carve borders for women, small suffocating lines meant to shrink us into something they can command, contain, or crush."

"He looked at her the way abusers look at women who refuse to shrink, with disdain and that cavernous disgust rising from the throats of men who have only ever understood women as objects to manipulate rather than human beings to respect. In that instant, everything about him stood exposed. The entitlement. The ego. The reprobate conviction of a man who believes impunity is his inheritance. A man who once boasted, with grotesque pride, about grabbing women by the pussy. A man who told us plainly, when you are a star, they let you do it, you can do anything. He believed it then. He believes it now. And the world keeps proving him right."

Continued at link:

https://open.substack.com/pub/jojofromjerz/p/quiet-quiet-piggy?r=r38w4&utm_medium=ios