Conspiracy of Dunces, Reprise

In solidarity

In league

In bed

In drag (oh, him again)

In synch?

Inbred?

In the money

In breath solidarity

I just like this one 

(though it makes me feel "incircled").

Conspiracy-of-Dunces Jackasses

"I WOULDN'T FEED THEM CORN"

 Medico-Jackass Knee-Takers Silenced

(Click on link)

Demon-Jackasses

Moron-Jackasses

Global Turncoat Jackass

Grade B Actor Jackasses

Hero of Abortionists Jackass

Royal Jackasses

Unholy Jackasses

Globalist Psychopath Jackasses

RINO Jackass

Everybody's Jackass

21st Century Schizoid Man

21st Century Schizoid Man

There is an ironic political paradox. It’s bound up in socio-cultural baggage. It’s weird and goes something like this:

Let’s start with the current news: the rioting peaceful protesters. They are leftists—communists, though calling themselves "socialists"—who are leading a mass of younger, educationally brainwashed, and just generally libtard masses.

What are they fighting against? Hold that thought.

How many out there have any notion about the difference between public law versus private law?—that the United States is a corporate entity caused by the machinations of the FDR administration bankrupting the country in 1933?—that common law courts are dead and that (preposterous as it sounds) you are really a straw man subject to admiralty law? That the U.S. Constitution is, de facto, in abeyance?—that the globalist British hegemony, UN/NWO/Soros-Rockefeller cancers, the Federal Reserve cabal and its unlawful IRS collection agency have enslaved the People?—that the so-called Patriot Act is nothing of the sort?

(Read, e.g., One Freeman’s War: In the Second American Revolution, Mark Emery (2015); make aim4truth.org your first stop for daily news)

—These facts are held to be true by genuine American patriots.

What are they fighting against?

They are fighting for the same thing that the commie leftists are fighting for: to bring down the corrupt, oppressive, false-fake-and-phony System.

Surprised? Most anyone would be.

Why?

The “why” revolves around the nature of what should replace that corrupt System: lefties want anything-goes communism, patriots want their constitutional republic restored, along with time-tested, traditional values.

Both are entangled in a technocratic, digital milieu that confounds most people’s ability to sort things out; and both sides are blinded by disinformation from the System and the controlled opposition to the System that caters willingly to each side.

The result? You guessed it: 21^st Century Schizoid Man, a prescient composition by an old '60s band, King Crimson, recorded in 1969.

The Court of the Crimson King

From Madder to Baaader

The world is mad,
...but I'm madder

...and I'm one mad hatter

...who's gladder

...and baaader

The George Floyd Riots

As far as I know, George Floyd was a coke-snorting, repeat offender criminal in poor health, a black ops collaborator in money laundering and counterfeiting, a porno actor, and just general ne’r-do-well. He might also have been a crisis actor who may or may not still be alive. In other words this guy was (or is) a low-life representative of the black underclass and no worthy paradigm for emulation or adulation.

The ten-minute video of the "super-bad cop's knee" on "super-victim George Floyd’s neck," with attendant "calling out" from "concerned by-stander-filmer-ranters" was a production meant to incite a race war; an excuse to cause nationwide protests, which in turn were designed to insert Antifa thugs and other criminals and foreign instigators so that they could foment violence and chaos.

The inflammatory video and the violent rioting were also designed to cause fear, confusion, and knee-jerk libtard-guilt reactions (such as the bowing down to “Black Lives Matter” plants). Moreover, the planned and expected emotional reaction was supposed to further remove people’s attention from statistical facts, reason and logical thinking about law, race relations, and order. The appeal was to the mis-educated masses who do not have the capacity for critical thinking beyond the superficial—who cannot probe below the depths and behind the surface of what is presented to them.

Delineations are presented between the “understandably irate protesters” (unthinking sheep) and the lawless rioters (unthinking wolves). This comprises the made-for-fakestream-news pantomime, which predictably, was further enflamed by their false-fake-and-phony media narrative.

The whole operation was yet another communist false flag event to thwart what remains of our constitutional republic, to again attempt to unseat Trump as POTUS, and to interfere in the 2020 election by propagandist methods.

Here is some proper law enforcement perspective (although I would clarify the sheriff's opening statement by adding, "Whether this Floyd murder was real or a carefully orchestrated psy-op drama, it was sold to the public as real.")
Polk Sheriff Grady Judd recommends residents shoot looters who break into homes

Everything, from training, logistics and payment to agitators, to providing easily accessible caches of bricks in locations throughout cities, and enlisting police to stand-down, “give a knee,” and/or actively burn their own police vehicles and break windows—everything was done via the complicity of such vile beings as these:

Don’t forget these traitors who support an active insurgent army of sedition while closing down legitimate businesses and locking up those who would stand-up to their unlawful proclamations; who release criminals from prisons and rioters from jails; who refuse to prosecute those committing crimes; who attempt to disband police forces, and who continue spreading their blatant lies and virulent anti-American sentiments.

I for one—and many, many more of us patriots—would appreciate the traditional remedies of tar-and-feathering, at the least, or execution of the lot of them for treason upon a proper trial by military tribunal.

Another Covidiot

Later, on this same primary day, I went to pick up my farm goods delivery. These are raw dairy products (and more) that are prepaid for and delivered to a member’s home, wherein a refrigerator or cooler is available in a publicly accessible spot, e.g., an open garage. When I approached the private house drop I noticed a woman rummaging around some boxes piled up in the driveway. She was picking out her order. I smiled and said hello. She turned and was wearing a mask. She immediately scolded me, saying that I was supposed to wait for her to finish before getting my order.

I could see that there was plenty of room to walk around her while honoring her “space.” We were outside anyway and I was going mostly to the refrigerator that was well beyond the area she was in. Normally I am inclined to be a gentleman and heed a request by a lady. But this was more like a chaffing demand by a virtue-signaling, mask-wearing (and why?) scold (NOT a lady by any means. She reminded me of Elizabeth Warren.) I said, “Sorry,” and proceeded to the refrigerator.

She was mortally offended and asked for my name. I told her, “I know your name—you’re a ‘Karen’ ” (the current pejorative for a woman such as her).

At this she called me a “f***ing asshole.” I was a bit rattled as I picked out my order. I thought I had everything and as I passed her by (she was now at the end of the driveway putting her things in her new SUV) I said, without looking at her, “You should do something about that potty mouth of yours.” Then I got into my car and before driving a half-block I noticed I had forgotten my ice cream. So I turned around. To my surprise she was still there, fussing around with her big order, but getting ready to get in the car to leave.

I parked again, walked briskly to the freezer and picked out my ice cream. By the time I got to the bottom of the driveway, “Karen” had backed out and was ready to go forward. She hesitated when I got to the curb as she knew I needed to cross the street to get to my car. I gave her a little toodle-oo wave. This must have incensed her all the more and she peeled out, laying down a patch of rubber as she zoomed away.

This was not the end of things, however. I had to account for myself because “Karen,” the contact tracer, reported me to the farm co-op authority-in-charge! I received a message from the woman in charge to get back to her about an incident at this pick-up location. By process of elimination it became evident to her who the big offender probably was. So the following day, after a night’s sleep, I called in and “confessed.” I found this authority-in-charge to be quite willing to listen to my side of the imbroglio. It all went well and things are calmed down now. I would have acted differently had I not had such a harrowing day (or harrowing week, for that matter). But being accosted by a strident and hectoring virtue-signaler was just a bit beyond my breaking point on this day.

There is a lesson here, I must admit—we must strive during this awful time especially—to be patient of others, perhaps even to the point of passively joining in their pantomime (in order to be tolerant of their usually misguided microbiological notions). It turned out that this “Karen” was a cancer survivor, yadda-yadda-yadda… There are always two sides to every story—even for a “Karen.”   

Covidiots

What is the purpose of the ongoing demand for mask wearing compliance?

It appears that it is designed to invoke mass subservience, not to protect us from a health point of view.

The fact is, we would need HAZMAT suits to actually shield ourselves effectively from ingesting viruses through the air (nose, mouth, Eustachian Tubes), and through our skin and eyes.

Evidently, something is amiss in the motivations behind those who feverishly demand that we all wear masks. Healthcare or Authoritarianism run amok? Is the mask-wearing frenzy merely a demand by petty bureaucrats in positions of power for obedience and submission—like a king or queen demanding his or her subject bow to him or her?

Given that not a single medical study of masks…mentions the intake of air through our Eustachian Tubes, one has to ask what their true agenda is. For those medical analysts to have ignored such a significant breathing system is either incompetence, or scientific censorship. Either way, it is not good for us.

Interlocking Bureaucratic Interests

The fault here appears to be interlocking interests among some senior health professionals, the politicians who fund them, and the media who perpetuate their propaganda by “flooding the waves” with lies and half-truths to scare people into submission.

Resist

Do Facemasks Actually Filter The Air We BreatheAgainst Viruses? By Anonymous Patriot Engineer, 3 July 2020, https://aim4truth.org/wp-content/uploads/2020/07/Do-Face-Masks-Actually-Filter-The-Air-We-Breathe-Against-Viruses-July-3-2020.pdf

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Andrew Kaufman, M.D. Doesn't Believe in Covid-19. Have a listen:

You Can't Catch a Virus

NOTE: Dr. Kaufman, a psychiatrist,  lost his job recently because he refused to conform to the ideas that he didn't think were true about COVID-19.

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Yesterday morning just after 7 AM I went to vote in Maryland’s primary election. I am a mask refusenik and expected push-back as I approached the doors to my polling place shortly after it opened. Sure enough, the woman monitoring the door told me I could only enter the building if I wore a mask and gloves.

I replied, in the kindest voice I could muster, “I apologize, ma’m, but I have a medical condition. Wearing a mask is contra-indicated because it precipitates and aggravates that condition.” (The HIPAA privacy rule and the Americans with Disabilities Act make disclosure of any such conditions privileged, by the way.) She received my comment well and told me that she would see about getting me a ballot so that I could fill it out right there. I said that would be fine. I offered my name in case she needed it and waited.

There were large picture windows on the ground floor of this building. Inside, a good chunk of the voting arena was plainly visible. As I waited I glanced over there and noticed a lot of heads inside had turned and folks were looking at me. (I thought, they’re thinking, ‘He is not of the body.’)

While I waited, a woman election monitor came out, looked at me and questioningly said, “I hear you have an allergy against masks.”

I looked at her and considered her impertinent question for a few beats, then asked her, “Who are you, the self-appointed mask detective?”

She responded, “Yes I am.”

The Coronavirus Mask Charade Continues

Right about then the woman I had been dealing with returned. In her hand was what one might call a “face shield.” It had a clear, flat plastic piece that hung down instead of a more suffocating face mask. She asked me if this would work for me. I declined, as politely as I could. This seemed to be OK and she said she’d be right back.

As soon as she went back inside again, the mouthy other woman chirped, “Didn’t you get a ballot in the mail?”

I said, “Yes, I did and I threw it away.”

She then asked why I threw it away. I told her quite plainly that I prefer to vote in person. With this she too went inside.

Soon the head monitor came out with both of the other women. I was handed a ballot in a folder. The busybody woman monitor (whom I highly suspected of being a vengeful libtard) hovered as I sat in a chair trying to fill out the ballot. (By the way, the Republican ballot is one page; the Democrat ballot is two full pages. Here is some evidence of what sort of county and state I’m in.)

When I finished, all ladies were present and I was asked to put the ballot into a portable holding device being held by the same libtard lady. I said to the head woman I’d rather give my ballot to you. She asked why and told her that I didn’t trust that other woman. (In fact, I had misgivings about even putting my ballot in this portable device, rather than in a scanner, as I would have done had I been able to vote properly.) The head woman tried to calm my concerns and told me she was sorry but that this was the procedure. The problem was, the slot on this ballot-holding device was closer to her instead of being closer to me. I asked if she could turn the thing around so I could access the slot better and you’d think I had asked the impossible of her. She started mouthing off as if I, a mere voter, was tampering in something that was none of my business.

After I got the ballot inserted she kept mouthing off, saying, “BYE!” in a very loud, condescending and shitty way. I objected to the head woman, complaining of this other woman’s rudeness; I mentioned the prior exchange—how she had come out and when I had asked her if she was the self-appointed mask detective she had answered “Yes.” The lady partially denied it, and tried to correct me, saying, “No, I said I was one of them.” I chimed in that her denial makes me trust her all the less!

I could tell that the head woman really didn’t care about any sort of complaint from me or what I thought. So I turned to the first lady. I thanked her and I left. 

RINO Maryland Governor Larry Hogan, together with the Montgomery County Politburo, et al., should be science-based (See, e.g.,
Mask Wearers as Wacko Conspiracy Theorists ) instead of willy-nilly accepting nothing-burger narrative-talking-points to keep constituents on dat ol' Dem-plantation.

Again, Andrew Kaufmann, M.D. Doesn't Believe in Covid-19. Have a listen (start at the 1:30 minute mark):
Microbiology, Epidemiology, and a More Hidden Agenda
    

Spyoptaelip the Cryptic

SCIENCE FICTION ~ MAGICAL REALISM

PUBLISHED 2020 

195 PAGES

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          Spyoptaelip the Cryptic occupies a real never-never land in the soul-mind of Amos Lammon, the main protagonist. The favorite haunts of this indweller are the disordered lives of those who seek wholeness. He’s tenacious and resilient, moving through time and space with an eerie intra-beingness; a super-amalgamated acronym cypher that spans centuries and inhabits reincarnated tenant souls—soul groups—egging them on. He’s there in the late ‘90s as a cyber-discovery. He’s part guardian angel; he’s an indwelling incubation popping up in soul retrieval sessions in the early 21^st century; in multiuniversity intrexor sessions, circa 2323 A.D.

           The book opens with glimpses into some fantastical soul regression journeys of Amos Lammon. Amos’s waking life presents many possibilities for varied experiences. Add to these some seemingly impossible detours into the imaginal realm, to include bumping up into large-looming, fictionalized, alter ego doppelgangers. Then counterpoise these as red pill adventures way beyond the normative world and you’re ready to taste the pungent, savory stew served up in Spyoptaelip the Cryptic.

          In his younger days Amos had agreed to undertake a covert family assignment from his grandfather that would peculiarly affect his life. He’s interested in so many things: God, current events, the Q phenomenon, the secret space program… His devotion to his faith and to his family name guides him steadily through a mad house, a spiritual house of mirrors, ending in a surprisingly beautiful denouement.

          Three centuries later, Soma, Amos’s spiritual heir, discovers his own calling as an historian, uncovering Amos and his dynamic work. Through Spyoptaelip the Cryptic, Soma comes to grips with his past spiritual ancestors and with planet Earth’s traumatic history, while reaffirming its blessed future. It becomes a journey of self, and of past and future history, as Soma happens upon the workings of the McGyre Group, an entity set in motion long ago by Amos. Almost by accident, Amos had established something of a royal family line with staying power, surviving the End Times and lasting down through the Millennium and beyond.

          Through those centuries Spyoptaelip the Cryptic flits, barely noticeable or even alive, really, in the normative sense. He’s more of a noospheric legend—a gossamer, a diaphanous anchor, a synchromystic soul presence voyaging through time and space reincarnations.

          The “suits of clothes” worn by a soul in each lifetime come from a portmanteau whose bodily raiment reveal the semiotics of iconic images, signs, and symbols recurring in successive ages. Shamanic-like traces are to be found in the record, in writings, books and photographs supporting the history of a people’s free will, of human actions taken within a complex adaptive system.

          Read and journey along through Suss and Wicket’s joint creation, Spyoptaelip the Cryptic.

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Jackasses on Parade

Citizens Wearing Masks Are Wacko Conspiracy Theorists

I refuse to wear a surgical mask or rubber gloves. I refuse to use sanitizer or keep a “social distance of six feet.” I refuse because doing such things are asinine markers of sheep-like activity that indicate you’ve been indoctrinated by propaganda. Thus, I do not wish to join this parade of jackasses.

Whatever this thing is that’s been bio-weaponized, I do not fear it. Neither do I “fear for others” that I am “spreading it” by sticking to my guns on the issue and being a “refusenik.”

The Coronavirus Mask Charade Continues

When I see folks around me giving into the hype and demonstrating what jackasses they are, I just think they are obviously getting their news from the wrong sources, viz., the fake, lamestream media. The regular, seasonal flu kills more people than this kungflu has. Do we become jackasses during the regular flu season? Uh, no.

"Essential" businesses are forced to buy into the program whole-hog or not remain open to sell their goods. They plaster signs at the entrances, stating the half-wit rules and requirements for shopping there. Likewise, consumers are conned into the game as well. As for me, I’d rather fast or go through all of the frozen food in my freezer first. Luckily, I joined a buying club a while back. It’s a consortium of farms that delivers pre-paid orders to its members at a central location once per week. Oh how fortuitous this has turned out to be. And if I must I do without I don’t regret a thing.

I see and hear “emergency workers” and newscasters—jackasses all—supporting the hysteria. I see home-made, posted signs in front yards gleefully showing their “support” for those on the “front line” who are fighting this “pandemic.” I say it’s a “plannedemic” and a “shamdemic.” There’s no doubt in my mind. And those signs…more jackass activity.

And what irks me most is that state government leaders have bought into this lunacy, issuing proclamations to “protect us.” Signs on the highways tell us to shelter at home and avoid unnecessary travel and other such nonsensical platitudes for the general safety and wellbeing of the citizenry sheeple. Non merci!—as Gérard Depardieu exhorted in the film, Cyrano—I will have none of it!

Even conservative talk radio goes on and on about this topic until I just want to scream. They’re forever talking numbers of deaths (all inflated of course) and yapping “we’re all in this together” and “we’ll get through this,” until I slap the channel off in disgust.

Hey, fools, there’s a cure for this whatever-it-is, whether you want hydrocholorquine plus zinc or prefer chloral hydrate (CDS), if you get it you can get rid of it—simple as that! No dangerous “vaccine” is necessary, jackasses! But, more than likely, you are probably ready to line-up for your toxic vaccine shot and your certification, proving what donkeys you all are.

So to all you jackasses out there, enjoy your drama and your conforming, jackass behavior. Enjoy glaring and talking under your breathe at guys like me who disregard this nonsense; go to hell with your better-than-thou comments or body language. Non merci!  I’ll never join your parade—NEVER! Rock on wit’ yer idiot selves, jackasses—rock on, foolish masses.

And if you feel the way I do but you have no choice about wearing a mask, etc.—because it’s either do this or not work to feed your family—I empathize with you completely. These are the true heroes of this debacle (if there are any). And all of those "nonessential" small business owners and wage workers who have been denied their right to engage in an occupation and are needlessly suffering—these are the heroes who are managing despite this shamdemic whose resiliency is a testament to their wills to survive. 

Pastors of churches should rise up and exercise civil disobedience against this overreach by the state. They should lead the way. Instead most of them act like, you guessed it...jackasses, shutting down their churches like good little doobees.

To those of us with eyes to see and ears to hear, the tyrants who want to take away our liberties in the name of protecting us from this plannedemic's “invisible enemy” are being exposed. And to those who are rising up to call this what it is—an exercise in stripping us of our freedom and our dignity—I say right on and stay the course of all protests against every one of these jackasses on parade!

Pandemic as Cover to Kill Deep State

Except for some Q-related patriots (X22 Report, David Wilcock, Kerry Cassidy) I see almost no articles and videos in the news that explain how Trump is using this sham-pandemic lock-down for the purpose of eradicating the Deep State.

I'm so sure of it I am writing about it (as fact) in my latest sci-fi book. I know that sounds slightly...moronic. But when facts are ignored and we're living in a digital simulation anyway, it makes perfect sense.

Stay tuned. The troops deployed both here and abroad are on a mission: to apprehend the worst of the worst. What would be a better time to do so, while people are off the streets and in their homes? The Hammer is finally falling. The Storm is upon us. And the Great Awakening will soon be followed by the Great Unveiling of the enemies of humanity and a detailed litany of their dastardly deeds, beginning at least from Nov. 22, 1963.

Here is a peek at chapter excerpts from my upcoming book, Spyoptaelip the Cryptic, expected out before Summer, 2020:

          On April Fool’s Day, 2020, the hammer began to fall. Huge hospital ships had been sent to sit off of each coast, one outside of LA and one outside of NYC. Under the guise of a virus pandemic, Trump masterfully arranged a roundup of undesirables. The Q-plan was executed with flawless military precision. The “hospital ships” would soon be full of low-life traitors.

          The Storm has been unleashed: at last, at last! Habeas corpus had been suspended and before long the ships steamed toward the holding pens at Guantanamo Bay (GITMO).

          Concomitantly, civil disorder broke out across the land. It was really a last gasp death rattle of those poor sods suffering from Trump Derangement Syndrome—the mis-educated and clueless among the masses—who rallied in defense of their hate-filled agenda. They were, of course, spurred on by the last, hold-out remnants of the Deep State globalist dogs who still persisted in the bowels of the disfigured federal and state governments and leftist university bastions across the land.

          Civil war loomed large. There were skirmishes in the bloated, Democrat-controlled cities across the land. An attempt to form a rebel government was made with its capital in Chicago, Illinois, and was busy mobilizing an Antifa-style subversive militia. Armed insurrections and attacks upon Trump’s well-placed patriot troops broke out. These were mostly small-scale firefights.

          The media had been quashed; many of the mouth-pieces from that already by-gone era had quickly been removed. Google had already been forced to relinquish its censoring activities. Still, internet and phone had been suspended for the three days during the Ten Days of Darkness. Then it came back, rewired, to exclude Deep State “nodes.” But the decapitation of leading vipers was so masterfully undertaken that the traitorous bands of thugs remaining were really only a mop-up operation and that was expected to be completed within weeks.

          The population had long been prepared in advance for this turn of events; they had been publicly educated by Trump and his administration. They ably demonstrated the vile nature of the Deep State and their servitors, from hold-out Senior Executive Service lackeys to their outright and obvious ties to the British. (Particularly disgusting was the role of the monarchy, as established via the Brit Queen’s “golden shares” ownership (and otherwise) in such nefarious operations as the Pilgrims’ Society, Wellcome Trust, the Pirbright Institute, Merial and QinetiQ). 

          Trump allowed the enemy to parade its own insanity through media fake news, shameful U.S. House impeachment proceedings, etc., so that the people could behold them in all of their deranged, anti-American lunacy. Then these Dems held their “debates,” showing themselves for what they are and shooting themselves in the foot. This had all been leading to what, in Q circles, is known as “The Great Awakening.”

          By this method Trump had been building trust among the People and this long preparation was now paying off. The People were ready to rally behind their leader more than ever. This will not only lead to Trump’s re-election, it will allow him to proceed with what Amos calls “The Great Unveiling.”

          John F. Kennedy’s administration was the last real effort to destroy the Deep State. Unfortunately, it was too little too late.

          JFK was the son of veteran Deep State player. His father Joe’s past conniving as a bootlegger and then back-room manipulator was well-known. He then made a bold and blatant attempt to place his family clan into the vortex of American power. JFK, relatively youthful and inexperienced, went along with the program, never fully realizing the breadth and depth of the puppet-masters to which his family was beholden—until, that is, he was already ensconced in the White House. When he did become privy to the CIA, its military-industrial complex, and the treasonous Deep State structure overlords within-and-without, he attempted to take action, but again—it was too little, too late.

          And when he was gunned down like a dog in the street he was destined to become a martyr to the cause of American liberty. It took almost 60 years but the day reckoning, of evening that score, was finally upon us.

          The Great Unveiling begins with the exposure of the whitewash of the Kennedy assassination; of it being finally revealed for what it was: a foul conspiracy and an escape hatch for (formerly) untouchable criminal masterminds. It is these cowardly thugs who have been running things behind the scenes in USA, Inc. ever since 1963. Their endless wars and systematic looting, the destabilization and “de-spiritization” of America ramped up in the decades that followed.

          And on the heels of the Kennedy assassination disclosure—the unveiling of them and the bringing of them to justice—will be the awakening of the American People to other Deep State conspiracies, from the bombing of the Murrah Federal Building in Oklahoma City to the 9-11 conspiracy, the sham attack that was the capstone of the Deep State’s treason.

          The Federal Reserve is all but reconfigured now, thanks to Trump’s informed and decisive actions, which implies the end of their IRS criminal collection agency as well. The currency re-set is a soon-to-be fait accompli.

          The rapid unwinding of the corrupt power structure is in motion now and the Deep State operatives are in total disarray and panic. It really is a great time to be alive; it is probably the most delectable moment Amos can recall. All of those formerly privileged corruptocrats are finally getting their come-uppance.

          And what is really happening is that their long-thriving empire based on the abuse of children and the killing of the unborn is being systematically rooted out. This beyond-sick, protected pedophile network of the criminally insane is finally getting eradicated. More poignantly, the adrenochrome-addicted upper echelons, along with their Hollywood sycophant emulators, are in deep withdrawal from a wickedness that is terminal—and terminally agonizing—for them. Their real pain has begun.

          It is a rare treat to now witness the termination of the wicked and to look forward to the day when children can once again live in the full zest and vigor of childhood. Yes, the reign of the abortion holocaust (that rubbed out the existence of over 63 million babies) is coming to a righteous end, once and for all. Thankfully, the halo of the Eternal, All-Merciful God is finally breaking over the horizon of our land (though God is not done with us yet, thought Amos).        

          This 2020 Civil Insurrection (it’s hardly a “war”) will be handled appropriately as the cultural catharsis of truth reaches its zenith. There is so much hard work yet to do after 60+ years of planned institutional disintegration. Every industry and organization had been tainted by this socialist/communist “parasitic virus of mind and soul.” Amos expects the ensuing years to be years of national healing, restitution, reconciliation. It will certainly take a generation or two to move the collective psyche beyond the sinkhole of present memory.

          Glory be to the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit that this scourge has been turned back, at last! But oh, the hard and mighty work that needs to be done now! Pray we must for a better, a much better day!—as it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen. 

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          The hysteria regarding the virus pandemic had finally passed and things had returned to a state of normalcy as the summer of 2020 roared in. There was a brand new sense of optimism. The apprehension and eradication of the Deep State players had been a resounding success. This was followed by Trump making a series of televised appearances. In them, he explained to the American People the military actions that had been undertaken during the Spring, the nature of the evil-doers, their decades-long crime spree, their horrendous acts, the conspirators involved with them, and the fact that at long last the world had been rescued from them. Luciferian world bondage had come to a screeching halt.

          These announcements were accompanied by new developments that were taking place in real time: zero-point energy was being ushered in as a jubilee year was announced—all debts to the old cabal banking system (viz., “odious debt”) were to be canceled, including all student loan debt. No longer would people be yoked to the vile burdens of yesteryear. A new monetary system was being introduced; there was to be no more fiat, funny-money currency. The Democrat party imploded, of course, and that demonic bunch disappeared overnight. Everything was looking up. It was really a time of joy and thanksgiving. The November election was a foregone conclusion. The election process was fortified by requiring voter IDs. Campaign reform curtailed all of the vices and corruption of past years. World tensions eased. It was a time of rapturous wonder and great expectations.

          And then there was a most propitious announcement: Trump announced that his 2020 running mate would be none other than John F. Kennedy, Jr., who had successfully faked his own death and gone into hiding. As had been suspected by certain insiders, it was JFK, Jr. who had spearheaded the QAnon group. To accolades and triumphant cheers he was re-introduced to a nation brimming with new optimism. There was resounding joy throughout the land. (To be continued)

Admittedly, this is a bit of wishful thinking, a patriot's wet dream, and it may seem far-fetched, but wait and see. Remember, this is only the first draft...