A word to the troops Greetings Truth Warrior, Patriot and Sentient Sentry:
“In wartime truth is so precious that she should be attended by a bodyguard of lies.”
This week we witnessed the sickening subversion of the rule of law, yet again in its full and rancid glory. We observed the horrors of axiomatic provisions and protections of American Constitutional jurisprudence hijacked by a group of turncoats, rebels, quislings and treasonous actors hellbent on upending and reversing the rightful and lawful election of a President via the almighty franchise.
The MSM #FakeNews coteries and cabals, apparatchiks and propagandists alike all chimed and chirped in unison at the behest and instruction of their globalist masters the rote, rehearsed and recited reaction to Mueller’s release of his report.
The report that took 22 months of our lives, attention and focus, tens of millions of dollars ($25M – $50M to be realistic). Mueller’s Machine ended up charging 34 public enemies number one (theoretically impossible), none whom you can identify or pick out of a lineup.
It saw a decorated, bona fide American military giant bankrupted, double-teamed and double-crossed.
Oh, lest I forget, in textbook overkill “enemy of the people” Roger Stone was subjected to the most over the top, El Chapo-esque excessive full court arrest press ever seen. And why exactly? Process crimes and perjury traps. And you wonder why it’s sagacious to keep your mouth shut whenever G-men come a-callin’.
But the MSM were there, weren’t they? You betcha. Aiding and abetting, acting in concert, umbilically-tethered to the lie freight train. The key to reacting was simple: Whatever is said, done, reported or released, object to it.
Forget explicating why, just object. Rehearse and rehash your talking points as provided and hang on, dig in and never let up. What juridical procedures and protections recommend and mandate are of no importance.
The fact that the ever-referenced and never-charged charge of “collusion” is not a crime cognizable at law means nothing. When that evidence fails, switch your guns to obstruction of justice. That’s their tack and attack.
And meanwhile my beloved republic sits back and nods hypnotically. Caught up in the swirl and maelstrom of the moment, citizens became numb to the exercise. Per usual. Alas.
This is a coup, ladies and gentlemen. A coup d’état. A palace coup, a soft coup. It’s the new tactic and application of subversion and anarchy from the Demented Left, a shorthand term to quickly, aptly and ably refer to these anti-American loathsome hematophagic vermin.
They’ve no plan, vision, worldview or ideology, nothing to focus upon, nothing to target or support. Their world and aim are the systematic destruction and disintegration of anything and everything Trump.
As in POTUS 45. As in the duly-elected President of these United States. Your President, like it or not. They’re subversives. Plotters and planners, co-conspirators in a relentless move and exercise to claw back the franchise again . . . and I can’t say this enough . . . to reverse an election.
Let me address the following this way. What should happen next is something that is without debate among the sentient and aware.
The first step must be to declassify the FISA warrants issued in the first place. And therein lies a significant starting point that must be plumbed and dissected and unraveled.
The entire process was implemented to explain, explicate and justify how HRC lost a rigged election. Do not miss that point. Listen carefully and with specificity.
The entire process that distracted and distorted was an exercise to undo the fact that the Oven Mitt Fashionista — after assuring the population, voters, [DS] donors and big money machers she’d win — lost bigly. And we’re not talking the casual donor here.
We’re talking about some super serious dudes and dudettes whose power and influence and connections boggle the imaginations of the casual observer.
When you assure them that their trust and dough are well-placed, after you’ve charged ungodly sums so that you and your barely conscious mouth-breathing, slack-jawed predator hubby can deliver 10 minute “speeches” before pocketing gobs of jack, when you’ve hijacked [DS] apparatchik media news platforms and provided them with the rote, prepared and canned drivel and doublespeak they’re to deliver en masse in synchrony, when all that’s happened AND YOU LOSE to Donald Trump, no less, you have to come up with a reason why. And therein begins the process.
The process of the two-step storyline, viz. Russian collusion morphing into obstruction of justice, all begins and began with the hijacking of the (perhaps) once-trusted FISA super-secret Star Chamber cone-of-silence tribunal.
The [DS] lied, manufactured, made up, constructed out of thin air a script that defies understanding. And they paid for it. PAID!
They hired Christopher Steele, the Lancelot Link and MI6 alum to explore the recesses of his own penchant for paraphilia and undinism and concoct one of the most insane stories ever imagined by mankind.
One more time, shall we? The story goes that Trump hired a pair o’ Russian trollops to relieve themselves on the percales of a Deluxe King at the Moscow Ritz Carlton and wax urolagnic where Obama et ux. slept.
Let me stop right there and here lest we forget again the gravamen of our Constitutional displeasure. The more the [DS] Dems tergiversated as to the sources, origins, motives and goals of these exercises the more they became entrenched and determined to double down. And the pathetic Right sat back and wept silently, howled at times but did nothing. Zip.
Let me expand. There is no Right machine. No echo chamber, peanut gallery, media, nada. No, the best it can do is to have the orchiectomized pathetic post-Disney Mouseketeer minions weep silently through their pretend testimonials, jeremiads and feigned protestations.
How many times did we hear one host punctuate the cobwebbed nothingness with TICK TOCK promising that Hillary would finally get her due? Oh, please!
I can remember when the distorted Dems screamed plaintively that they needed to dust off and resuscitate the laughingly titled Fairness Doctrine to combat the then conservative tsunami by the name of Limbaugh.
TV, radio, name it, was almost exclusively conservative and I for one found it horribly dull, monumentally inane and insufferably stultifying and tedious. But that was then. Today there are no combatants countering the distorted lies of the [TDS] caterwauling quislings and traitors.
So timid, timorous and scaredy-cat are the Rights that they won’t even mention a word or utter a peep as to the disappearing act of RBG. When was the last time SCOTUS Ruthie appeared in a verified, time-signatured and authenticated photo, snap, name it?
Do they need permission? Look, I’m trying perhaps for naught to awaken and enliven the spirit of adventure and instigation.
Wake up, America! Sound the alarm republicans and Republicans (of which I am not) you’re frozen in some media amber, congealed and mired in some suspended animation that has rendered you beyond useless.
Sound the alarm for a new media platform. One manned by the brave, fearless, intrepid and dangerous.
POTUS must have his own. Think Trump Media. A 24/7 dedicated information source that concerned and clued-in patriots can and may consult to find what’s happening on this horrid, dank and dark planet. (Figuratively.)
But there are more existential threats and concerns that must be addressed.
Our American identity, tradition, customs, values, language and collective religion are under attack and it is now incumbent upon you to gird the proverbial loins, saddle up and prepare for a battle the likes of which you can’t imagine or conceive.
Now, any questions?