After decades of alleged predation protected by Hollywood and a year of public ignominy, the walls are finally closing in on Kevin Spacey. And after his latest stunt, his lawyers may have to rely on an insanity defense.

Nantucket authorities announced that Spacey faces a felony sexual assault charge and will be arraigned on indecent assault and battery on Jan. 7, 2019. Like any normal person accused of multiple instances of workplace sexual harassment and assault of child and teenage boys, Spacey broke his year of public silence, seemingly in response to the charges, with a video of him evidently adopting his fictional character Frank Underwood, the ex-president from "House of Cards" who exploits people for sex and then murders them.

He never explicitly says he's playacting the role in the video, titled "Let Me Be Frank," but between his invocation of the character's Southern accent and his conflation of Underwood's demise with his own actual one, Spacey finally confesses. He's as guilty in real life as Frank was in the "House of Cards" universe.

Spacey is either delusional enough to believe that equating the avalanche of allegations against him to the "impeachment without a trial" of the guilty-as-sin Underwood exonerates him, or he simply doesn't care. In breaking the fourth wall in his art-becomes-life last stand, Spacey makes one thing clear: He doesn't give a damn for his alleged victims, and you can bet that he doesn't have one iota of compunction for his actions.

"I mean, if you and I have learned nothing else these past years it's that in life and art nothing should be off the table. We weren't afraid, not of what we said and not of what we did, and we're still not afraid," Spacey said. "Because I can promise you this: If I didn't pay the price for the things we both know I did do, I'm certainly not going to pay the price for the things I didn't do."

The criminal accusation claims that Spacey got an 18-year-old boy drunk on eight to ten alcoholic beverages at a Nantucket bar, manhandled his genitals for three minutes, and tried to rape him before he got away. You can decide what Spacey did do and what he didn't. Here's the totality of the reported evidence, according to NBC10 Boston.

One female witness at the bar confirms the alleged victim's version of events. The girlfriend of the alleged victim says that she received a Snapchat video of the alleged assault from him and received texts and phone calls from him after he escaped. The sister of the alleged victim says that she woke up to her panting brother confessing, "Kevin Spacey just raped me." A bartender saw Spacey and the alleged victim together. A restaurant worker claims the alleged victim looked "pale, blank," and "a bit frightened."

Fear not, Kevin. There won't be an impeachment without a trial; looks like a criminal court will have all it needs to find you guilty.

More than a year after the advent of the #MeToo movement, the Los Angeles Police Department has proven their loyalty to the kings and cabal of Hollywood, refusing to issue a single criminal charge against the alleged serial predators who have made the city their playground to rape and pillage. It may have taken Nantucket to push that vital, first domino of making #MeToo more than a hashtag, but never forget who protected the monsters — not just in the past year, but for generations.