Karma IS A Bitch…
To Those Who Deserve it, So In The Era of the Rise of the Witch, Watch Who You Be
“Karma is an ancient Indian concept that refers to the idea that a person’s actions in this life will have consequences in future lives. It is a central belief in Hinduism and Buddhism”
If Karma is a bitch, what does that make you? Literally I am asking this question. Because too many of you think you can do whatever the fuck you want, get away with it, and then blame your victims for your behavior.
Seventy thousand of you thought it perfectly appropriate to be a part of a group chat in which you disgustingly discussed the best ways to get away with rape.
And you expect us to believe it’s not all men? No, but it’s seventy thousand of them and every single man who made those seventy thousand men feel safe.
I am tired of explaining that I know it’s not all men. In 2025 that shouldn’t be a valid part of the conversation anymore. Because it isn’t just all men, it’s the women who support them, love them, protect them, cherish them, and lift them up as well.
It’s every single person who doesn’t stop to wonder if he might know a rapist or two, and it’s every single person who doesn’t cut those “might be a rapist” people off.
You can’t live in a society that demands better for women and children and then support a community filled with pedophiles and rapists while telling the victims it’s “Their fault for not coming forward,” or “for coming forward.”
Which is it? We die a slow death when we keep our stories to ourselves, while our abusers go on to get married have children, and repeat the cycle all over again.
There are ways to prevent yourself from being raped, sure, of course, there are. But it’s less important to protect yourself from being raped than it is to just not be a fucking rapist, you disgusting piece of shit.
Every day I hear more and more horrific stories — a baby raped to death by her own drunken father — a child beaten to death by his mother — a student raped by a teacher — a woman raped by hundreds of men, for ten years because her husband “Worshipped the alter of vice.” Jesus Fucking Christ.
Are you fucking done telling me it’s “Not all men”? Are you fucking done?!
Like give me a fucking break, if you don’t care about the number of children who do not escape this world without being abused, then you don’t give a flying fuck about adults who have been abused.
Every day I see stories that make me realize why I was anemic for so many years. When I worked in the church all I did was hear one horrific story after another of abuse. No wonder I wasn’t eating. No wonder I started drinking.
The stories I heard were so bad that I am legally obligated not to share them to protect the people involved.
Yes, laws were broken, children were neglected, and neglected children grew into abusive adults who abused everything including themselves to get past the abuse they suffered.
I have seen the “kindest, sweetest, best-looking men,” in the fucking world, fall down the rabbit hole of drugs and alcohol because they thought they didn’t have anything to offer, other than the way they looked.
They destroyed themselves trying to make themselves the beast they felt they were, because for decades — much like me — they were told their voices didn’t matter.
And so the cycle continued until they died, or ended up in jail or an institution. Begging for help at the end of the day from people who are tired of hearing broken promises. Yes, I am fully fucking aware of how abuse is so pervasive in our global community.
But I also know that ignoring it isn’t going to make it go away. There was a time — and it’s still happening so there’s that — when if you worked for a rich person, you could be shunned by the entire community if it was found out you were having an “affair” with whoever lived in the house. In reality, it was a power struggle that today we would call “Coercive control,” aka Rape.
It happens around the world today and it’s a huge business.
In the case listed above, only 500 of you sick fucks were caught. In the case of Telegram, there were 70,000 of you disgusting perverted freaks all gathering together to plot and share evil ideas and deeds.
Seventy thousand men equals hundreds if not millions of victims. So the next time you read an article where a woman — regardless of color, creed, nationality, size, orientation, or economic status — opens their wounds to explain their trauma, please refrain from the idiot comments like “I’m sorry that happened to you why did no one protect you?”
Because that shit puts the onus on the survivor to have protected themselves, and in too many cases — such as mine where I was drugged out of my mind for years — we have no control over when we’re able to come forward.
Sometimes it can take years, if not decades before a survivor is ready or safe enough to tell his, her, or their story. You have absolutely no idea the mountains of absolute shit we have to climb to be so fucking vulnerable. So stop acting like it’s our fault it happened, and start getting angry at the system that allows it to happen.
That’s how Karma works. She doesn’t really give a fuck who you are, or what you’ve done, she just makes sure that at the very least you stay balanced enough not to be a complete and total fuckwad at the end of the day.
Remember who you are, not who the world tells you to be, and for the love of Christ don’t be a rapist!
The other day I caught an episode of The Rookie in which a homicidal maniac decided to try and kill a house full of Sority Girls. But instead they ended up kicking his ass before the cops got there and he was arrested.
My point is that today's Witch isn’t yesterday’s witch. We don’t boil your hearts, we destroy your lives. We will burn down your houses, we will murder your very soul, without lifting a finger to do more than light a few candles while we whisper away a few chants.
The ancient ones will do the rest.
I know, I know, I sound like a lunatic. To everyone but the ten million women out there who are both practicing witches, and survivors of domestic, cult, and gang rape, who genuinely believe and put power into the belief that what goes around, most definitely comes around.
For all of us.
So you can be a rapist, or you can watch your life slowly fade away as we decide that we as a collective are done being afraid of what society says about who we are as women, because that is less important than protecting the little autonomy we still have over our lives and especially our bodies.
We will go to the cops.
We will face society with our heads held high.
We will remember that we are survivors, not victims. We will remember that our power is in our voice and no one has the power to steal that.
Yeah, some days we’re done, but on those days we have our sisterhood.
Rapists will always be a part of our world if we let them, but if we actually utilize the justice system and force the system to pay attention to us, whatever that looks like, maybe we can make a dent in some of the cases that are still “Unsolved.”
Like mine.
Maybe.
Sending all my love,
Devon J Hall, The Original LMBG
