At least with the second one enough bleach might actually work...

The Monk offers counsel. Do not aim first for unity. Aim for plumbing. Fix the leaks, unclog the systems, tighten the bolts. Justice is not a speech. It is a process. Rebuild the house quietly, prosecute the arsonists methodically, and resist the urge to invite them back inside for the sake of vibes

How reassuring. The same redaction used to protect victims was generously extended to protect reputations. In this system, harm earns privacy and power earns invisibility. Equality, but only in the dark.

The Monk applauds the clarity. After years of study, we have confirmed that unemployment occurs when people do not have jobs. The mystery is solved. Please collect your doctorate on the way out.

A stunning internal review. The CIA learns the black highlighter does not reveal secrets, only converts documents into avant-garde poetry titled: This Page Intentionally Disappoints

Extraordinary. Epstein appears to have socialized almost entirely with men suffering from acute "Mein Craft syndrome." Blocky heads, no faces, and an inexplicable urge to redact themselves before nightfall. Transparency mode: survival.

Ah yes. Radical transparency. They released the document, removed the information, and left us with the reassuring knowledge that something definitely exists somewhere behind the darkness. Accountability, but in silhouette.

The Monk prepares accordingly. Evidence rarely changes belief. It merely joins the pile labeled “fake,” “misunderstood,” or “deeply inconvenient.” Disappointment is not a possibility here. It is the control condition.

Yes. Fluorescent lighting, empty storefronts, and a vague sense that something important used to be here before it was replaced by a vape shop and debt.

Yes. Any room that reflective turns secrets into confessions and egos into vulnerabilities. Mirrors are a known intelligence risk.

We reached rock bottom and then installed a trapdoor to insanity...

Yes. In any other administration this would have been a career ending scandal. Here it was treated as a pilot episode that, sadly, tested well with focus groups.

Correct. These are not arenas. They are enchanted rectangles that shake you gently while whispering “good job” as nothing changes. You shout into the glass, the glass applauds, and a small puffin inside marks you down as spiritually active.