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E.B. Johnson

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Scandal Queens ✓ Claim

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By E.B. Johnson Verified
| listennotes.com
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How the Media Ecosystem Uses Satanic Panic to Protect Abusers

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By E.B. Johnson Verified
| Substack
“Your honor, ladies and gentlemen, this is a case about trust and betrayal of trust…” — Deputy District Attorney Lael Rubin Who do you blame for the egregious acts outlined in the Epstein Files? Do you blame the people in the White House? Jeffrey Epstein himself? Maybe you blame the justice system, the entertainment industry, the educational system, or something (someone) else. It’s easy to point the finger in a lot of directions.
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Creativity After Collapse

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By E.B. Johnson Verified
| Medium
I thought I knew who I was…until it all stopped working. I can remember the day like it was yesterday. I had gotten up, gotten dressed, and started the day as normal. I walked the dog and made my breakfast. Then the panic attack set in. Nothing had happened. Nothing had changed. But I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I felt like my heart was going to pop, like someone was shutting the coffin lid over my still-cooling grave. The culprit? My 12:00 coaching call that was looming in the distance.
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