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Cornell, LSU, and the America That Keeps Choosing Predators: What the Hell Is Wrong With Us?

“A nation that excuses its predators will always silence its survivors.”

-This Puzzled Life

Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. And call in the ancestors. The loud ones, the unfiltered ones, the ones who never learned to whisper. Today I’m summoning Ida B. Wells, Maya Angelou, Nina Simone, Toni Morrison, and every grandmother who ever slammed a cast‑iron skillet down and said, “Not my babies. Not today. Not ever.” Because what we’re about to talk about requires their fire, their fury, and their refusal to sit politely while the world burns around us. They are pacing. They’re rattling the windows. They’re demanding to know how a nation with libraries, universities, churches, and a Constitution still can’t figure out that rape is wrong.

Cornell University and Louisiana State University are two institutions that love to brag about excellence, prestige, and legacy. Yet somehow can’t grasp the basic concept of protecting students from sexual assault. And now punishments include writing an essay? As if rape is a missed homework assignment. As if trauma is a teachable moment for the predator. Instead of a lifelong sentence for the victim. The ancestors are not amused. And neither am I.

Let’s ask the question America keeps dodging like it’s a bill collector, “What the hell is wrong with us when we have created a rape culture?” And don’t you dare pretend it came out of nowhere. Let’s start at the top at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue. Where 77,000,000 voters decided that sexual abuse, rape allegations, and bragging about assault were just personality quirks. You know the excuses about “Locker room talk,” “Boys will be boys” , and “He tells it like it is.” No. He told us exactly what he does. And millions said, “Sounds good to me.”

When the leader of the country can say he can “grab them by the pussy” and get away with it, why are we shocked when college students mimic the behavior? Why are we surprised when institutions protect predators? Why do we act confused when victims stay silent? This is not confusion. This is culture. This is conditioning. This is America refusing to confront its sickness.

Politicians have paid off victims. Church leaders have hidden abusers behind pulpits. Celebrities have settlements thicker than their resumes. And the public shrugs. But victims get shamed. We get interrogated. We get asked what we were wearing. We get told we “waited too long.” We get treated like E. Jean Carroll who was sexually assaulted, defamed, mocked, and dragged by the very man who attacked her, Donald Trump. And by his cultists who call themselves “Christians.”And you wonder why so many stay silent? You wonder why survivors disappear into themselves? You wonder why healing feels like climbing a mountain with no summit? Here are two recent incidences of the same type of justified behavior.

 Cornell University — Current Case (2024–2026)

The current Cornell case centers on a lawsuit filed in September 2026 by a former student, Jane Doe, who alleges she was drugged and gang‑raped by seven Chi Phi fraternity members on October 19, 2024. According to the lawsuit, she was intoxicated. Coerced into snorting what defendants claimed was ketamine. And then repeatedly assaulted for several hours by multiple fraternity members. One defendant allegedly sent a Snapchat message to the Chi Phi group chat advertising “free pussy” to encourage more men to join the assault. Doe reported the incident to Cornell police weeks later. The university conducted at least 12 hearings. Of the seven accused, only two were expelled. Others received lesser sanctions such as suspensions, workshops, or essays, according to Doe’s attorney. No arrests were made. And the Tompkins County District Attorney stated there was “insufficient evidence” for criminal charges. Cornell confirmed the fraternity remains barred from campus. And acknowledged that defendants were offered opportunities to “mitigate their conduct.” But cited federal privacy laws in declining to disclose individual disciplinary outcomes. https://www.cbsnews.com/newyork/news/cornell-university-lawsuit-fraternity-rape-allegations/?utm_source=copilot.com

Louisiana State University (LSU) — Current Case (2025–2026)

The current LSU case involves a sophomore student, Kendall Danielle, who alleges she was raped by an LSU football player on October 18, 2025, around 4:30 a.m. She underwent a rape kit examination and later participated in LSU’s Title IX process. Which concluded that the player was responsible for rape. And suspended him for two semesters. However, he appealed and was ultimately allowed to return to campus. Resume football activities. And participate in student organizations. Despite still being found responsible.

Danielle alleges the player’s mother contacted her urging her not to pursue charges because it could harm his football career. And that the player sent her $1,000 in an attempt to keep her from pressing charges. After learning he was allowed back on campus, she went public on TikTok and subsequently filed a criminal complaint. The East Baton Rouge District Attorney has since opened a criminal investigation. They are requesting reports from LSU, LSU Police, and Baton Rouge Police. LSU maintains it followed Title IX procedures and is cooperating with law enforcement. The player has not been publicly identified. https://www.wwltv.com/article/news/crime/student-files-sexual-assault-complaint-against-lsu-football-player/289-2bfa7986-e5fe-4d24-92db-9b069888c305?utm_source=copilot.com

But let’s talk about the roots of this rot. Is it the religions that teach masturbation is sinful? Is it the purity culture that tells young people their bodies are dangerous? Is it the sermons that say touching yourself will send you to hell? Let me be clear. You will not burn in the lake of flames for using two body parts God created you to have. For God’s sake, let them masturbate. Because when you shame normal, sexual behavior, you get people like the Duggars. They were raised in sexual repression so severe it turns into predation.

Is it misogyny influencers like Andrew Tate and Nick Fuentes? Men who teach boys that women are objects, property, and targets. Men who profit off hatred and call it masculinity. Or is it simply that America still refuses to teach boundaries? Still refuses to teach consent? Still refuses to teach respect?

Cornell and LSU are not anomalies. They are symptoms. Symptoms of a nation that treats sexual assault like a PR inconvenience instead of a violent crime. And when universities punish predators with essays, counseling sessions, or “reflection assignments,” they are telling victims, “Your trauma is worth less than his future.” And that is the message survivors hear every single day.

All predators no matter their status, wealth, influence, or fan base, should be held accountable. Not protected. Not excused. Not wrapped in a Bible verse and called “God’s Will.” 

As a sexual assault survivor myself, I will never fully heal from the years I was assaulted. Raped sometimes daily by a man who is just like Donald Trump. I will never fully heal from the damage inflicted on me at five years old by someone who saw a child as an easy target. You will never understand that fear. And I pray you never have to.

Lift victims up. Lift survivors up. Hold predators accountable. Every single one of them. Because rape is not a mistake. It is not a misunderstanding. It is not a lapse in judgment. It is violence. It is domination. It is a choice. And America needs to stop pretending otherwise. Thanks for reading!

Affirmation: I am not what happened to me. I am what I survived. My voice is powerful. My truth is valid. And my healing is sacred.

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darnold1975

Things I Trust More Than This Administration: A Field Guide to Funk, Foolishness, and Feral Cats

“If it smells bad, at least it’s not pretending to be leadership.”

-This Puzzled Life

The Light the charcoal. Sprinkle the sage. Let the ancestors pinch their noses and look away. Today we’re diving deeper into the olfactory underworld. We are not merely discussing stink. We are invoking it. We are calling forth the foul, the funky, the spiritually disrespectful aromas that have shaped us. Traumatized us. And strengthened our immune systems. 

This is not a blog post. This is a ritual of olfactory truth‑telling. The realm of smells so violent, spiritually disrespectful, and chemically aggressive that OSHA would need a prayer circle. And yet. I trust every single one of them more than the current administration.

Piper has already climbed onto the counter like a tiny, judgmental priestess. While waving her paw through the sage smoke like she’s blessing the space. Tinkerbell is pacing the hallway like she’s preparing to testify before Congress. Coco is sitting in the corner with her eyes half‑closed, whispering, “Mother, the air is lying to us.” And She’s right.

When the world is full of institutional nonsense. Bureaucratic gaslighting. And leadership that smells like a compost bin in August. Sometimes the only thing you can trust is the honest, unfiltered, unapologetic funk of everyday life. So, gather your courage. Gather your nose plugs. Gather your cats if they’re willing. We’re going in. Here is a list of stinky things I trust more than the current administration.

1. The Diaper With a Personal Vendetta

This diaper is not merely stinky. This diaper is sentient. It has a backstory. It has unresolved conflict. It has seen the rise and fall of civilizations. And is now wandering the earth like a cursed relic. It smells like betrayal, hot milk, and generational trauma.

Piper: “Momma, that diaper has a stronger moral compass than the entire federal budget.”

2. The Litter Box Couple in a Toxic Relationship

These two litter boxes have been together for years. They fight. They reconcile. They break up. They get back together. They smell like resentment and clumping clay. One is passive-aggressive. The other is emotionally unavailable. Together, they are the most stable relationship in the house.

Tinkerbell: “At least they own their mess. Can the administration say the same?”

3. The Onion That Has Gone Full Demon Mode

This onion has sprouted tentacles. It has opinions. It has a five‑year plan and a side hustle. It smells like a root vegetable that has lost its faith. You don’t throw this onion away. You negotiate with it.

Coco: “That onion has transparency. I respect that.”

4. The Gym Sock That Has Survived Three Regimes

This sock is crunchy. This sock is haunted. This sock has been to war metaphorically and possibly literally. It smells like despair, ambition, and a middle school locker room.

Piper: “That sock has done more for this country than the administration.”

5. The Trash Can You Forgot During a Heat Wave

This trash can smells like sin. It smells like regret. It smells like a decision you made at 2 a.m. that still haunts you. It has its own gravitational pull.

Tinkerbell: “At least the trash knows it’s trash. And doesn’t require a newly purchased jet to function.”

6. The Forgotten Tupperware in the Back of the Fridge

You know the one. You don’t open it. You don’t touch it. You don’t even look directly at it. It contains a life form that has achieved consciousness and is now applying for citizenship.

Coco: “That Tupperware has accountability. Revolutionary.”

7. The Muddy Boot That Never Fully Dries

This boot smells like mildew, swamp secrets, and the ghost of a crawfish boil. It has been through things. It has trauma. It has character development.

Piper: “That boot would never gaslight me.”

8. The Sponge You Should Have Thrown Away in 2019

This sponge is a biohazard. It is a microbial theme park. It smells like a wet gremlin. And yet? It is more reliable than any press briefing.

Tinkerbell: “That sponge has more structural integrity.”

9. The Bag of Salad That Turned Into Swamp Water Overnight

You bought it with good intentions. You blinked. It liquefied. It smells like a bog witch’s armpit.

Coco: “That salad at least tried to do something productive.”

And so, after reviewing diapers with emotional baggage and a vendetta. Litter boxes in codependent chaos  and in couples therapy. Onions with career goals. Haunted gym socks with PTSD. A liquefied bag of salad. And Tupperware that has achieved full spiritual ascension. One truth stands firm. We have toured the underworld of stink. The swamp of scents. The olfactory apocalypse itself. And the current administration? Give me the stink. Give me the chaos. Give me the onion with a five‑year plan. At least they don’t gaslight me.

There are many things in this world that stink. And after all that? I trust every single one of these foul, unholy, nose‑curling abominations more than I trust the current administration. Because at least the stink is honest.

At least the stink warns you before it ruins your day. At least the stink doesn’t pretend to be anything other than what it is. At least the stink owns its chaos instead of filing it under “pending review.” The administration? They’ll hand you a burning dumpster and call it “innovation.”

Piper is lighting sage like she’s trying to smoke out a demon. Tinkerbell is drafting a bill titled “The National Odor Accountability Act.” And Coco is in the corner filing a FOIA request with a clipboard whispering, “We need oversight. We need structure. We need a nose‑based justice system.” As for me? I’m opening a window and letting the truth air out. And my spirit guides begging me to stop reading the news before bed.

Let the record show itself carved into stone. Embroidered on a pillow. Tattooed on the lower back of democracy itself. I trust the stink. I believe the stink. I stand with the stink. And until the administration can match the moral clarity of a trash can in a heat wave? I’ll be over here with my cats, my sage, and my nose plugs. And I’ll be choosing the truth. Choosing the chaos. And choosing the funk. Thanks for reading! And watch this stinky administration cause chaos and ruin our democracy.

Affirmation: I release all illusions, delusions, and government issued nonsense.

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darnold1975

The Wants That Wrecked a Nation

The nation’s coming undone, thread by trembling thread.

While men in red hats smirk like their shame’s a prize instead.

They pass down their entitlement like scripture marked in red.

And call it “tradition” when it’s harm they’ve always spread.

 

Politicians strut on stages, slick suits and practiced lies.

Hiding footprints of the women they stepped on to rise.

They call it “public service,” but we see through the disguise.

A kingdom built on silence and the pain they minimize.

They preach about morality with money in their hands.

Ignoring bruises left behind by their own cruel commands.

They wrap their greed in flags and call it “love of land.”

While expecting us to bow while they redraw what’s “unplanned.”

 

But deeper still, the damage grows in shadows they create.

Lives destroyed by selfish wants, not needs, but twisted fate.

The kind of hunger that takes and breaks.

That steals, then calls it “straight.”

Leaving survivors gathering pieces of a self they didn’t devastate.

 

And I remember every headline, every whispered, weary plea.

Every “She’s exaggerating,” every “He’s just being free.”

This has happened to many women not just 1, 2, or 3.

It did happened to them because it also happened to me.

It’s a chorus built to shield the ones with wealth and legacy.

While telling those they harmed that truth is just a luxury.

 

But here’s the truth they cannot hide, no matter how high they climb.

Not with money, not with office, not with power, not with time.

Not with red hats, not with lawyers, not with privilege so sublime.

It doesn’t matter your status. No still means no.

And without consent, it’s still a crime.

-This Puzzled Life