The Real Scandal

I don’t remember how I ran into this clip because I don’t follow this host, but it is on point.

I am still mind-blown that this administration, who declared itself to be the face of accountability, truth, restoration of trust in institutions and transparency is now praying we will all just forget about this. Ghislaine Maxwell was scapegoated— she is in prison (and rightfully so), but apparently there were no clients to this trafficking ring. None.

“This was not a small or isolated operation. Dozens of devices. Thousands of photos. Labeled photo albums. Surveillance tapes. Blueprints.

Foreign passports.

This wasn’t one man with a dark secret. This was infrastructure. Logistics. Coordination.

A system.

There’s a massive digital footprint.

Hundreds of hard drives, USBs, CDs, backup servers-some labeled with things like “nude girl pics book 4.”

Travel logs. Employee directories. Video tapes.

The real question:

Why hasn’t this been fully disclosed to the public?

Intelligence involvement isn’t a stretch An Austrian passport with Epstein’s face.

Honeytrap-style setups. International mobility.

Too much precision, too much reach, too many decades undetected.

This isn’t wild theory.

It’s a logical hypothesis.

The System’s silence is itself evidence if anyone else had even 1/10 of this material— underage photos, coded filenames, flight logs— they’d be under a prison.

But here?

Crickets.

No prosecutions. No answers.

That’s the real scandal.

Our Institutions are on trial

This is bigger than Epstein.

It’s about media complicity.

Justice deferred.

Power protected.

Truth buried.

Until this case is fully revealed, every elite institution carries a stench they can’t wash off.

To dismiss this as “conspiracy” is to admit you no longer believe in accountability.

Truth about Epstein is not morbid curiosity.

It’s a civic test.

And every day we fail to demand answers, we normalize elite immunity.

If we don’t confront what’s in those files…

We’ve declared that truth in America is now negotiable.

That justice is a luxury of the unimportant.

That power is a shield for the perverse.

The Epstein case isn’t over.

It’s the Rosetta Stone of public trust.

And if we don’t get to the bottom of it, we’ll never restore what’s already been lost.”

[Words by @glennbeck]

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

The Emergence of Joy

“Happiness requires that you find meaning – and meaning comes from suffering.” Arthur Brooks

By: Gabriela Yareliz

SamySam on Instagram has an infectious energy I admire. He stands there and hollers his signature, “Life is goooooood,” and then, does a little dance. I just want to bottle that energy up and keep it in my pocket. I wish my serious, high-strung self had an ounce of the swagger and pep that man carries.

The world lacks joy. We often opt to approach life from an angle of victimhood, self-righteousness, dread, fear, worry, complaint, ego, ingratitude, stagnation in the past, control. These are postures of our false self. None of these postures leads us to joy.

Joy makes us unstoppable, Erwin McManus says. I want more joy. I think we have reduced joy to something it is not, though.

Joy seems to have so many expressions. It can seem like satisfaction and gratitude. It can look like knowing you have and are enough. It can be quiet and brimming or it can be jubilant and announced (like SamySam). But what seems to be constant is that true joy is a solid thing, and it comes from an unexpected source— often if emerges from the ashes like a phoenix. It emerges from hardship, suffering and sorrow. It emerges as a contrast to its background and context. It shines out of darkness. It is strength.

I think part of why joy makes us unstoppable is because it comes out of a context where, by some miracle of God, we are still standing. It is a proven type of strength. I suppose this is why scripture calls the joy of the Lord our strength. (Neh. 8:10) It becomes a cycle. Joy emerges from the struggle like a lifeboat, and then, when the next struggle arrives, we use it to sail through the next storm.

“But I’ve come to realize that I find joy in the hardship, in the struggle, in the process of becoming.” Gor (Mixtapes from Gor)

Today, if at any point you feel the postures of your false self, remind yourself that life is good. You have a boat that can get you through the storm. It’s a type of strength called joy.

The Client List

By: Gabriela Yareliz

I am annoyed.

Suddenly, there is no Epstein client list. This was said by the same people who previously said they were reviewing it (Pam Bondi, Dan Bongino, Kash Patel…). This administration, like the ones before it, is protecting pedophiles and criminals. They lack integrity, and they think we are stupid.

Press Secretary Karoline Leavitt deflected, as every press secretary does, and insulted the intelligence of the American people. This is not transparency.

(If you are interested in a body language analysis tied to this, check it out here. What I love about body language analysis is it confirms what our gut is telling us. It doesn’t lie. As members of a society that often tells us to ignore what our eyes see, I am a big believer in growing in gut intuition).

Views from the Train Seat

By: Gabriela Yareliz

Another day, another set of observations from the train and curiosities. A bald tattooed man is deep in his book. He feels the need to read while leaning, full body, into the aisle. He makes faces while he reads like he is performing for us. Like a mime Reading Rainbow.

The air is thick and sticky. A larger woman opens her enormous black Rebecca Minkoff bag and pulls out a jar of Talenti gelato (I kid you not). She whips out a spoon and starts shoveling ice cream into her mouth like she is racing against her own melting. She is determined to stay cool. The young man next to me smells like he had a bad bathroom day. Like he was lactose intolerant and ate a tub of ice cream. He smells like waste. (I have a weak sense of smell, so if I can smell it, it must be strong). He fidgets a lot. We weaves in and out of sleep. His hair, cut in a shape that resembles a broom, nods from side to side. Was he food poisoned? Ugh. The worst. We smell him with compassion.

One young woman with beats on and big blue eyes seems to be crying while clutching a box she is definitely trying to return and drop off at UPS. It has no label. It does have that battery drawing. Under the box, she has a white Stanley cup between her legs.

Two women in their 20s with bright shirts are sitting across the aisle from each other and having a full blown conversation across the aisle. They gesture and take up space, looking like they are about to pat-a-cake.

Some men get on. They look like trouble, and they wear NY Yankees hats even though they don’t look like they have watched a day of baseball in their lives. Please, they would definitely be bored.

One woman is grading papers, even though she looks like she is in high school herself. A woman wearing scrubs chugs Celsius gripped between her acrylic nails.

I glance out of the window and see a local train competing with our express train. It beats us to the station and doesn’t even wait. It rattles away. The soiled man next to me pulls his shirt over his nose. I am confused. Is he going to vomit now? God help me. The girl with the UPS box gasps as she watches the local train vanish into the tunnel. Talenti lady had put away her ice cream to bolt for it, but then, she relaxes into her slower pace realizing that train waited for no one.

Virtue

On this July fourth, I leave you with some words from Ryan Holiday:

“It’s July 4th, 1776. The Founding Fathers are about to make a very loud statement about freedom and independence.

They will, over the next several bloody and bleak years, give nearly everything in order to will it-and a new nation-into existence.

But just as much as they were making a statement for freedom, the founders were staking their lives on the idea of virtue.

Classical virtue. That is: Courage.

Discipline. Justice. Wisdom.

The Founders were steeped in the ideas of the ancients. […]

The American experiment-based as it was on individual liberty-was built on the necessity of virtue and honor. A people freed from the tyranny of government, they understood, still needed to be checked by their own morality, philosophy, and religion.

‘Avarice, ambition, revenge…’ John Adams said, ‘would break the strongest cords of our Constitution as a whale goes through a net.’

Many years later, another American president, Dwight Eisenhower, would express it perfectly when he said that freedom was better defined as the ‘opportunity for self-discipline.’

All of which is to say that the Founders were delegating a whole hell of a lot of responsibility to the people when they freed us from the yoke of the king.

They were giving us a gift, sure, but also an immense obligation-to be good citizens, good people, good leaders of ourselves and stewards of our collective resources.

This responsibility falls on each of us today, no matter where we live or what form of government we’re under. What’s legal, what’s allowed, what everyone else is doing, what we can get away with? None of this matters.

What matters is what we should do, what virtue demands of each of us, what matters is, as Marcus Aurelius said, “good character and works for the common good.”

Today, while you’re grilling out and celebrating the holiday with friends and family, take a moment to reflect on this tension between freedom and virtue.

What does it mean to approach your life with the courage, discipline, justice, and wisdom that guided the Founding Fathers? In what ways have we as a nation perhaps fallen short of the responsibilities that come with freedom?

Let today be more than a celebration-let today be a recommitment to the virtues that make freedom possible. A recommitment to truth, to self-mastery, to taking responsibility, to work. The work of choosing virtue when it would be easier not to, of living up to the responsibilities.”

Happy fourth! 🇺🇸 Stay virtuous. Stay free.

The Good, Too

By: Gabriela Yareliz

I was reflecting the other day— sometimes we look at the past or “trauma”, and we think about everything it left us without. Everything we didn’t have or receive. Whatever we lost.

But what if we looked at everything we have and are and were grateful for what we went through. What if that makes us who we are in all the good ways and not just the bad.

Maybe the lack of nurture made us nurturing. Maybe the lack of stability made us resilient. Maybe the person who left made us make sure we were the one who stayed. Maybe the drug abuse made us the sober one. Maybe the silence made us speak. Maybe the lies made us love truth.

What if our resourcefulness, our strength, our kindness, our resilience— it all stems from the cracks we had no say in?

The Feminine Wiring

Image by Ralph Lauren

By: Gabriela Yareliz

I am on a train that says “No Service.” So far, it’s in service. Shannon Ford was on the TSC Podcast talking about pregnancy, recently. It was an awesome podcast. Lauryn Bosstick, the host, was also pregnant in these past few months; they talked about stuff I haven’t heard about. My favorite type of conversation. Candace Owens is getting ready for the launch of her new book Make Him a Sandwich. She is posting throwbacks to many of her conversations and debates around feminism and anti-feminism.

This is a topic I have evolved on a lot. Growing up, I was somewhere in between acting-like-a-man-is-exhausting and knowing there were no dependable male figures around me that offered me safety, stability or nurture and the idea that women needed to maximize opportunities and women are called to motherhood plus. Motherhood plus to me is a purpose and career in addition to motherhood. It’s what I saw growing up with my own mother, and I saw it save us as a family. I still believe pieces of this. I do believe women can contribute to the world beyond raising children— after all, not all women can or choose to raise a family. That said, I judge women less harshly for choosing motherhood only. I recognize I was very harsh on this choice in the past.

There were/are grains of truth in this as before I always held this choice up to harsh outcomes like what if the husband dies/is disabled/leaves— then what? I find that, oftentimes, in so many aspects we see life through the lens of our trauma.

While I still hope to be like a Joanna Gaines, Lauryn Bosstick, Lilly Ghalichi (motherhood plus)— now, I see a homemaker, and I smile and simply think, Good for her. I like to think that this is healing. It’s living outside of hurt and survival.

When the Florida Panthers won the Stanley Cup this year (you know I will find any excuse to bring this up—), when I saw all of the families, wives and young children come down to the ice, it was beautiful. Truly beautiful. I was reminded that a woman in her feminine, thriving in her family is one of the most beautiful things in the world. Building something with another and resting in safety looks good on us women. I wish it for all of us.

While I thank God for my ability to open my own bank account and own/hold property, I hate that periods have been sold to us as a “problem to manage,” fertility an unimportant death sentence, and liberation shown as everything that destroys our most beautiful state.

Every angle of this stripping has been steeped in fear mongering, and at times, circumstances that materialize our deepest fears. This is real.

As I get older, I can spot it more easily now— the woman operating out of her fears. Sometimes, it’s a woman in her masculine. Other times, it’s a woman who is too dependent. I think it’s easy for me to spot because I have been there. After courses, coachings and therapy, it became clear to me so much of my life was lived from a masculine state. It’s a double edged sword. In many ways, it saved me from a lot of dumb situations and true losers. But listen, it takes a while to shake it off once you reach shore in your little storm worn boat.

While before I was so focused on preparing for every contingency and every wrong, I am now looking at the women in their feminine and thinking— that’s the goal. It is what we are wired for. What is different now is that I see that way of being as accessible, and more than that, desirable.