The illusion shatters in a single scroll. These aren’t polite, arm’s‑length notes—they’re warm, knowing exchanges wrapped around a predator’s name. A president appears, a White House lawyer laughs, and private jets drift casually through the text. The tone never matches the stakes. It feels less like ignorance and more like complicity, a culture so numb to its own rot that even the most glaring warnings fade into background noi… Continues…