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It wasn’t fully predicted. It was a shock, the sound of shattered glass at a funeral. As we speak, there are rooms filled with political operatives who are shouting and screaming about this photo, tearing at their hair and clothes, perhaps even praying to various eldritch horrors for deliverance. These men and women would CTRL-Z it from the linear timeline if they could, along with a few other unfortunate pictures and sounds.

Speaking of media that shouldn’t exist, Kennedy recently gave a speech. Some regime dissidents are even calling it The Speech; a rallying cry towards a post-neoliberal, post-neocon epoch in American politics.

Short of this lofty praise, other listeners will note the speech’s popularity at the very least marks a hard shift in the Overton Window, particularly when it comes to subjects like electoral malfeasance, regulatory capture, our adulterated food supply, and the menace of our predatory pharmaceuticals industry and captured health bureaucracies. ...

Kennedy’s new mission is to destroy the Uniparty.

He seems to have finally realized this mission is his top priority, that all other crusades and quests must be sidelined until the monster is slain. This may or may not be a suicide mission, including literally. If anyone knows what bloody depths the Blob will sink to when it feels genuinely threatened, it is Robert F. Kennedy Jr.

And now — at long last, after signals that could be seen from high orbit — Donald J. Trump knows it, too.

By the time their paths converge again, both men have been exiled from their Democratic party tribe. They have come to see that tribe and its Republican counterpart for the illusion it is: a fake, two-headed monster, puppeted by a real one. In their attempts to circumvent the puppet, they have prodded the real monster, and it has prodded back. Their associated trials and tribulations have transformed them, expanding their fields of perception. In peeking behind the curtains of power, they have seen things they can’t unsee.

As a consequence, they know too much. But, like most men in their position, they aren’t so easy to dispose of. Visibility alone functions as a kind of body armor, for one thing. If you royally fuck up some high-visibility job, it could mean the end of the game for you and your crew. That’s why most modern operations rely on gently assisted LIHOPs, as they did on 9/11, 1/6, 10/7 and — very nearly — 6/13.1 The latter botch job has bought both men some time. A second attempt in quick succession would be so suspicious that even people under deep hypnosis might snap out of it. ...

On the other hand, Kennedy is a special breed. Despite the neo-hippie veneer, has proven himself to be a pugnacious, unrelenting foe. He knows too much about the Enemy, now. In particular, he knows that showing any sign of weakness would only encourage this Enemy, and its minions in the PR department. It’s unfortunate, but it’s also true.

Guess who else knows this strategic truth?

In fact, guess who else not only knows it, but exemplifies it in his every public word and deed?

You might call this steadfast defiance not merely Donald Trump’s brand, but something that sits near the core of his being. It goes beyond an “inability” to apologize, which has been the usual diagnosis of armchair shrinks who only see his narcissism. It has a purpose and meaning beyond defending a fragile ego, because the Enemy is merciless and unforgiving by its very nature. It weaponizes apologies, just as it weaponizes any form of humility or sincerity or vulnerability or grace.

That’s a shame, too.

Because Trump, like Kennedy, has something big to apologize for. Something “truly, truly tremendous,” in his Trumpy parlance. No, it has nothing to do with “racism” or “sexism”, or any of the other sundry thoughtcrimes the Left attributes to us all. In apologizing for it, he would simultaneously confess a failure, a defeat.

He would need to admit that — after years of having so much fun beating his enemies to a pulp and driving them to madness — he finally got rolled. Yes, it took a worldwide “plague” of terrorizing propaganda, government sponsored censorship, hothouse penal colonies, fraudulent elections, human experimentation, and a worldwide iatrogenocidal murder spree to finally kick Godzilla out of Tokyo. To Trump’s credit — and to our dismay — his enemies had to go nuclear to roll him.

But roll him, they did. Especially the two-legged rat pictured below:




Here’s the maddening part: Trump knows this. He may even feel sorry for it, somewhere in his heart. He laid a road out for himself as the undefeatable champion, and came up short in the final moments of the game.

Even more maddeningly, Kennedy could have told him everything he needed to know about “Doctor” Anthony Fauci. In fact, had the photo-op above taken place five years ago, it might have saved hundreds of millions of lives,2 not to mention kneecapped the worldwide assault on freedom, national sovereignty and basic human dignity we continue to endure.

What we have witnessed since the year 2020 is the single greatest crime spree in all of history, dwarfing all other holocausts and holodomors combined. Like all crimes of magnitude, the damage wasn’t limited to the biological and economic. It involved mass humiliation rituals of mind-bending proportions.

Among the absurdist sights and sounds were masked adults taking wide berths around each other in the street, then removing said masks when sitting down to dine. It convinced multitudes to see each other as fatal disease vectors, including a generation of young children whose ability to recognize human facial expressions has been permanently damaged. Another generation of children will never be born, thanks to reproductive injuries and deep psychological wounds. Some of those wounds can be seen in the Pandora’s box of sociogenic monsters set loose, in the form of suicidal depression, extreme body dysmorphia, and a nihilistic hated of Self and Other.

There will be a great reckoning.

The retribution will be of the same order and depth as the crime. It will be shocking to a great number of people who witness it — including literally shocking for many of the co-conspirators, once their trials are concluded and their sentences meted out.

And even before that day arrives, there will be smaller reckonings galore. As tranches of new health data are released, and people become aware of what was done to them, the fury will not be contained to courtrooms and juries. ...

I thought of all those parents, for instance, who’d been duped into poisoning their own kids. What if I was one of them? What would I consider proper “justice” for the dupers, in that moment of recognition? “Horror” doesn’t even begin to describe the images that immediately sprang to mind. ...

Among those multitudes of people who fell in line, there is an almost irresistible incentive to pretend what happened did not happen. This is understandable; to look at the true picture would melt the sanity of many people, including those who already have suspicions about it. Included among this group would be the nearly three-quarters of the population who took the initial two doses, but who never went back for thirds (let alone fourths, fifths, or whatever number the mRNA product’s few remaining neuropathic customers are up to).

But their suspicions can only be that, for now. “They can’t handle the truth,” as Colonel Jessup once advised. Not all of it, not all at once. The best they can handle for the moment is the fraud aspect. The tests were broken, and the vaccines didn’t work. They were sold snake oil. That’s what the masses of attendees at the DNC super-spreader should’ve probably surmised by now.

"CHICAGO — They came hoping for Beyoncé. They left with Covid. ..."

They didn’t and won’t. They have been so thoroughly conditioned in the black arts of cognitive dissonance that nothing short of a miracle will break the spell. When the reckoning comes, they will be the most bewildered and distraught. They came hoping for Beyoncé. They will leave with shattered egos and poisoned reputations, at best.

But the spell of cognitive-dissonance doesn’t begin and end on the Left. For instance: what are the rest of us to make of Mr. “Operation Warp Speed” himself?

We could say he was betrayed, rolled, outfoxed, duped, taken for a ride. If we admit this, are we also saying that his judgment as a leader isn’t to be trusted? If COVID-19 was history’s biggest crime, then wouldn’t Trump’s “Warp Speed” mistake count as history’s biggest blunder? ...

Even if the election isn’t stolen again this year, the Enemy will not sleep. If anything, all the panicked moves and desperation plays we’ve seen lately will kick into overdrive. This will include a new round of PSYWAR and framing, in which they will paint Trump as not merely a blunderer who got played, but as one of the plot’s key villains and authors. Sensing no other options, their new goal will be to light up the vengeance circuitry and torches to the max, and hope the mob devours Trump before he can get the ball rolling on their trials and executions. ...

Maybe the election still can be won by conventional means. But that’s a big maybe, considering that the Deep State traitors running the show would all be facing the death penalty if they lose control. But what they can’t do — what they’ve proven themselves laughably incompetent at doing — is to win the trust of the People. If they could do that, they wouldn’t have to lie, cheat, steal, and murder their way to power.