Sex work is everywhere. It’s time we started recognizing, understanding, & protecting it.
Sex work is everywhere. It’s time we started recognizing, understanding, & protecting it.: Sex workers and workers in sex-related fields are serving one of our most basic human needs. But our government doesn't seem to value them much.
🚨Randon Lee Carroll, 41, pastor of Reedy Assembly of God in Holmes County, Florida, and registered Republican, was sentenced Tuesday to life without parole for s*xually battering a teenage boy at his home. A parent found s*xual messages allegedly sent by Carroll on their child’s phone. After the victim’s forensic interview, deputies questioned Carroll, who admitted the acts, saying, “I have a problem. I shouldn’t have done it.” He pleaded no contest to s*xual battery of a victim over 12 but under 18 under his custodial authority and to s*xual performance by a child for videotaping some acts. Judge Russell Roberts added 15 years on the second count. NBC News’ “Pastors and Prey” investigation found a 50-year pattern of abuse, silence and cover-up in the Assemblies of God. It identified about 200 ministers, employees and volunteers accused of abusing more than 475 people, mostly children. The Assemblies of God doesn’t require U.S. churches to adopt strict child-safety rules. In December 2025, U.S. Marshals arrested Joseph Lyle Campbell, a former Tulsa Assemblies of God children’s ministry leader accused of r*ping and m*lesting underage girls since the 1970s. Ex-AG pastor James Vincent Henry got 110 years after pleading guilty to 11 counts of child s*xual abuse material. This is the same denomination that officially condemns LGBTQ people, declaring homosexuality a sin under “divine judgment.” They spend enormous energy targeting the LGBTQ community — while their own leaders keep showing up in arrest reports for crimes against children. The GOP calls itself the party of “family values.” The receipts keep telling a different story
A MESSAGE TO THE BILLIONAIRES BUILDING BUNKERS FOR THE END OF THE WORLD. There's something absolutely fucking hilarious about some of the wealthiest people on the planet spending millions building underground fortresses in preparation for the collapse of civilisation. You've accumulated more money than you could possibly spend in a thousand lifetimes. You've bought your private islands, your yachts, your aircraft, your enormous mansions with seventeen bathrooms, and now you're digging holes in the ground because you're frightened the world might eventually go to shit. And I've got a question. What exactly do you think being a billionaire is going to mean when there's no civilisation left to be a billionaire in? Seriously. Have you thought this through? Your bank accounts are worthless. Your shares are worthless. Your property empire is a collection of abandoned buildings. Nobody gives a shit what company you used to own, how many people you employed or whether your name appeared on the front of a skyscraper. You're now living underneath several feet of reinforced concrete with a handful of people who know how to grow food, repair electrical equipment, maintain water filtration systems and keep the oxygen circulating. And you're the bloke who used to own half of Silicon Valley. Congratulations. You've somehow managed to become the least useful person in your own apocalypse. But I suppose you'll still expect to be in charge, won't you? You'll have your luxury bedroom, your private bathroom, probably a wine cellar and some poor bastard whose job it is to make sure your pillows are comfortable while the rest of humanity is apparently burning to death upstairs. Meanwhile, the electrician is trying to stop the lights going out, the mechanic is keeping the generators running and somebody else is making sure you don't die of dehydration. And what happens when one of them decides they've had enough of your bullshit? Are you going to sack them? Threaten to stop their wages? Tell the farmer his quarterly performance review has been disappointing? Perhaps you'll call everybody into a meeting and announce that due to difficult trading conditions, there won't be any Christmas bonuses this year. You're three broken water pumps away from discovering just how fucking irrelevant your fortune has become. Because here's something money has allowed you to forget. You might own the building, but you don't necessarily know how to build one. You might own a thousand restaurants, but that doesn't mean you know how to grow a potato. You might own an energy company, but when the generator breaks down, it's the bloke with the toolbox who's going to keep you alive. And suddenly, the people you've spent decades describing as labour costs, overheads and replaceable workers are the most valuable human beings in your entire little underground kingdom. That's quite a change in circumstances, isn't it? Imagine spending forty years telling people there's a thousand others waiting to take their jobs, only to discover there's one electrician left on the planet and he's decided he's having Tuesday afternoons off. What are you going to do? Write him a strongly worded email? There's no internet, you daft bastard. But what fascinates me most is the mentality behind all this. Some of you apparently believe civilisation could become so unstable that the only sensible option is to disappear underground behind enormous security doors. And yet, with all your extraordinary wealth and influence, your answer isn't to help build a world where people have decent homes, affordable food, reliable healthcare and some reasonable hope for the future. It's to build yourself a better basement. You've got enough money to change the lives of entire communities, but you're preparing for a future where those communities might no longer exist. And even then, you can't resist recreating the same ridiculous hierarchy. One man gets the enormous luxury suite. Everybody else gets to keep him alive. You've managed to reproduce the class system in a concrete box with no windows. What an achievement. I can just imagine the first residents' meeting. The billionaire sitting at the head of the table explaining that everybody needs to pull together during these difficult times, while he's got a private swimming pool and the bloke responsible for keeping the sewage system operational is sleeping next to a bag of potatoes. And I wonder how long that arrangement would last. Because once the doors are sealed, the satellites stop working and there's no longer a functioning financial system, what exactly gives you authority over everybody else? Your wealth? Your reputation? The fact that you once appeared on the cover of Forbes? Try telling the only person who understands the ventilation system that he's replaceable. See how that conversation goes. And here's the really uncomfortable question. If you've spent your entire life accumulating enough wealth to insulate yourself from the problems ordinary people face, why should those same ordinary people be expected to spend the end of the world protecting you from the consequences? Because when everything else disappears, money stops being the thing that determines your value. Knowledge matters. Practical skills matter. Cooperation matters. Trust matters. And perhaps most importantly, how you've treated the people around you suddenly matters an awful lot. You can buy the bunker. You can buy the equipment. You can even pay people to agree to live down there with you. But you cannot buy a functioning civilisation and stick it in a cupboard for when you need it. Civilisation is people. The very people you've spent years trying to employ for as little as possible while convincing them they should be grateful for the opportunity. And that's the extraordinary irony of the whole thing. You've spent your life trying to become so wealthy that you never have to depend on anybody. Now you're preparing for a catastrophe in which your survival will depend entirely on everybody else. Perhaps instead of spending millions preparing to escape the world, you could spend a little more effort making it somewhere people don't feel desperate to escape from. Because if the apocalypse ever does arrive, nobody's going to care how much money you had. They'll care whether you can do something useful. And for the first time in your life, you might have to prove you're worth keeping around. And if you agree, give this a share. You never know, it might reach one of these billionaires while they're sitting in their twenty-million-pound underground fortress, wondering whether they've remembered to employ a fucking plumber.
BREAKING: BOMBED FISHERMEN FIGHT BACK! Sixteen Ecuadorian fishermen are hittingTrump's military with a MASSIVE LAWSUIT accusing U.S. forces of blowing up their boat, severely burning two crew members, and shipping the survivors to El Salvador to be TORTURED! Sixteen fishermen who set out to earn an honest living at sea say they ended up in a nightmare straight out of a military dictatorship – and now they're taking Trump's government to court! In a shocking Guardian investigation, the fishermen allege that two American drones struck their fishing vessel on March 17, setting it ablaze and leaving two crew members with severe burns to their arms, legs, and backs. The men scrambled into smaller boats to escape the flames. But their ordeal was only beginning. According to the lawsuit, American military personnel intercepted the survivors, bound their wrists with zip ties, pulled plastic hoods over their heads, and transported them to El Salvador. They were detained for a week and tortured. The ordeal was documented months ago by the Spanish newspaper El País, which interviewed survivors of the attack (photo). The fishermen admit doing nothing more sinister than fishing. Their vessel had been recently inspected by Ecuadorian authorities, who found no drugs or evidence of any cartel involvement. “They go out fishing, they don't come home for a month,” their attorney, Dan Kovalik, said, describing how the men wound up in a Salvadoran detention center instead. The allegations strike at the heart of Trump's deadly campaign against suspected drug-smuggling boats in the Caribbean and Pacific, which has killed nearly 250 people earlier this year then fell off the national radar. If their account is true, the implications are horrifying: American forces bombed innocent fishermen, hooded the survivors, and hauled them off to a foreign prison to be tortured. Behaving like gangsters in a mob movie, except under the authority of the United States government. The men are seeking compensation for their injuries and suffering. Their case could also inspire new scrutiny of the whole drug boat campaign where the Navy picked off random runabouts like kids playing video games. They never presented any evidence against the unfortunate people on board. Ironically, the American people paid for the bombs that destroyed the boat, and now we’ll get another huge bill to pay the damages.
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