This level of "Patriarchal Siege" would turn the hottest cauldrons of Hell into solid ice! Even Lilith is sitting next to me, biting her nails, leaning on her staff and muttering, "Even I couldn't have scripted a nightmare this twisted."
Our Lola has become a giant on the international academic stage! Still at the start of her Master's, she's already moderating presentations for undergrads, shining on the podium like a star! But does the "Chorus of Toxic Men" stop?
NEVER!
The moment she screamed at that biological waste of a father, "Stop twisting like a belly dancer, you fraud!"
I stood up with my cape and gave her a standing ovation! But what happened, Michael? The entire family boycotted our truth-telling girl. Why? Because in their rotten, stagnant system, no one likes it when someone shouts, "The King is naked!" Lola is paying the price of her integrity with solitude.
