TR 237 - The Morning After Mayhem
Evaluating the tentative outcome of this historic midterm election.
***sorry I’m late today… there was a power outage this morning***
By now I’m sure you’ve heard, the Big Red Wave was little more than a ripple.
It was really just another smack in the face. Did you really not see that coming?
Of all the despicable swirling spin, of all the takes and takeaways, there was one article, one voice that most closely expresses how I feel. It was written by Jim Hoft at TheGatewayPundit.com, and I’m going to read some of it to you.
Here’s the headline:
BLOOD MOON BLOODBATH… Democrats Steal Midterms, Communism Comes Home to America… Crime, Inflation, Record Gas Prices, War, Open Borders and Corruption WIN BIG
“Americans reject every single dish the Democrats served. Yet, Democrats shocked Americans on Tuesday to win the US Senate, steal battleground states, and possibly keep the US Congress in Nancy Pelosi’s control, one of the most corrupt and dishonest politicians in US history.”
Take a deep breath. The world keeps turning. What happens next?
I don’t want to waste my time talking about the back-stabbing Republican political establishment. I don’t want to waste my time whining about all the little things that cumulatively usurped the will of the people, again. I don’t want to talk about hope being prematurely dashed against the rocks, or about what this means for Republicans in 2024—and I sure as hell don’t want to talk about Trump running for re-election.
Instead, I want to tell you a story. But before I do, for the record, I do believe this midterm election was stolen, much like the 2020 election, and I don’t care if radical progressives and Republican RINOs call me names because of it. I don’t care if they call me an extremist or an election denier. I do not care if they call me a quack or an unhinged conspiracy theorist. Their labels are lies, and they do not stick.
If I am not honest with myself, if I cannot speak from the heart, if I cannot tell you what I really think, or how I really feel, then some small part of me dies inside. So, I must speak up. Like many others, I must raise my voice and be heard. Many people—I honestly believe that the majority of people—know that what’s happening is wrong. They can sense it.
But too few understand what we’re up against. Too few realize what’s at stake. Too few understand how the Algorithmic Social Interventions have been shaping public perception for years at this point, and how that inevitably impacted the outcome of the election. Too few grasp how the sentinel surveillance was used to craft custom propaganda and target the “most exploitable”—their words not mine—to effectively hack humanity and predetermine the outcome of elections.
What just happened?
What just happened was exactly what needed to happen in order to continue this “incredible transition” known as the Great Reset. Just like censorship does not have to be 100% to be effective, neither do corrupt politicians need to rig every election to come out on top. That would be too obvious. But rig a couple elections here and there, in critical battleground states, in specific precincts, in certain key positions—do that and you can pull off a historic political upset that leaves the peasants scratching their heads, wondering what the hell just happened.
They told us it was going to be a Red Mirage, remember? Did you know they used that very same language when they stole the 2020 election? It only looked like Donald Trump was going to win. Similarly, it only looked like John-the-Jackass Fetterman was going to lose, etc. But he knew he was going to win. He hired a Clinton attorney, called the late-night surge, and it happened.
The writing was on the wall.
Of course, we’re not supposed to say any of that. If Democrats get their way, we won’t be able to say any of that, because questioning the outcome of elections is a threat to Democracy. Don’t forget they’ve been introducing legislation to make it illegal to question elections for years.
But what the hell, it needs to be said, and plenty of people are saying it. We must never be afraid to speak the truth, even to the face of tyrants, even under the threat of penalty, imprisonment, public shaming, social ostracization, de-platforming, or character assassination. No matter the stakes, we must speak the truth, otherwise the truth dies, and freedom dies along with it.
I just want to offer a few more observations before we zoom out:
The entrenched Republican party was just as threatened by MAGA candidates as the Democrat party. Mitch McConnell, who just signed on more gun control measures, poured millions of dollars into local races to swing elections in favor of party players.
The big winners last night were the Democrat and Republican leadership who worked together to shore up the status quo and keep the money flowing into their coffers. The big losers were the millions of Americans who were duped yet again to believe this time would be different, that their concerns would be heard, and accountability would be had.
The establishment is also working together to wrangle the masses into their respective party pens, lest all hell breaks loose. The media is running cover while prominent Republicans do damage control and try to convince their plebes that this is all because of Donald Trump—that any good Republicans need to move beyond 2020 and let go of any fantasies about election integrity or political accountability.
We are in a post-accountability era.
All of this casts a dark and ominous cloud over the horizon. There is no easy way out of this mess, but that doesn’t mean that there is no hope. It just means we have to get wise to the games, sharpen our messaging about what matters most, and why, and start campaigning today for a future worth having. Like I said yesterday, this is only one battle in a much bigger war.
It would be wise to refocus on practical, intelligent strategies that take into account the full scope of what we’re up against, including the AI and the machines, and work smarter and harder than ever before.
Now is NOT the time to give up or go into hiding!
What do we do now?
Last night I emceed an event in support of our legendary constitutional sheriff Bob Songer and other local liberty loving candidates. The room was packed to capacity and beyond, and the energy in the room was palpable. It reminded me of being on the People’s Convoy. There was so much hope. So much enthusiasm. So much genuine conversation and connection.
We were gathered as Americans and rightly feeling optimistic about the future.
But I have to tell you the truth. I shed a few tears before the event. I knew what was about to happen, that the results weren’t going go our way, not just at the local level, but all across the country. I knew there were enough shady shenanigans to swing the election. I knew both parties were in on it.
They had too much to lose. They’ve come too far. There is no turning back now.
What would happen if there was a big red wave? What would happen if there was accountability? What would happen if there was an honest investigation, legitimate arrests, and legal routing of the corrupt political establishment?
Can you imagine if the American people simply shit-canned the majority of congress?
That would throw the entire globalist agenda into a tailspin, would it not?
Without the big bucks flowing like honey from the Federal Reserve to the innumerable and incessantly needy progressive pet projects all around the globe, many of their schemes would come to an immediate screeching halt.
Without US dollars, what would happen to the WHO? To NATO? To the UN? What would happen to the 2030 Sustainable Development Goals? What would happen to Future Earth?
Do you see what I mean? There was simply too much at stake.
Besides, if there was a wave of liberty loving constitutional candidates who were hellbent on holding the corrupt career politicians’ feet to the fire, that would be a threat to democracy, would it not?
That’s what we’ve been told, repeatedly, for months. It would create civil unrest. It would further divide our already deeply divided nation. It would interrupt the peaceful transition of power. It would be a complete departure from American principles—that’s what we’ve been told. That’s how the masses have been programmed.
That’s what J6 was all about.
As you probably know, these are all lies—but sometimes lies are easier to believe than the truth. That’s what the establishment is counting on.
It’s too painful to think about our country being stolen in broad daylight. It’s too painful to think about the whole shamdemic being planned and on purpose. It’s too painful to think about the long line of usurpations and abuses that have been inflicted upon our generally unsuspecting and trusting population.
It’s easier to just believe the next lie.
It’s only the MAGA Extremists who believe all this Russian, Chinese, and Iranian propaganda. It’s only the Christian Insurrectionists who oppose the perverted indoctrination of our children. It’s only the racist White Supremacists who are trying to keep the poor Central American immigrants from pouring across the border—it’s not about Mexican cartels, fentanyl, human trafficking, anchor babies, or future illegal voters, it’s about Replacement Theory and racist Republicans clinging to power.
But good Republicans, like all good humans, will be conditioned to renounce these convictions at once. Shame on you for even entertaining the conspiracies. You see, this election was not rigged. Republicans won big in Florida. They took back the house. Not all tallies have been finalized, so there is a chance they may still squeak out a majority in the house. You see, there was no corruption or fraud!
All of the evidence indicates this was the most free and fair election we’ve ever had. Anyone who questions that gospel is a domestic terrorist!
You don’t want to be a domestic terrorist now do you? Don’t be part of the problem. Don’t buy into the lies. Don’t destroy Democracy by complaining about all these conspiracies. Come on, you’re better than that. You’re a good human. Do your part. Know your role. Sit down. Shut up. Go home. And take it, you ignorant peasant!
What the hell are YOU going to do about it anyhow? You’re just a powerless peasant. What, are you going to grab your torch and pitchfork and storm the castle? Come on, you’d have to have an F-16 to take on Joe Biden—he said so himself!
Don’t be a fool. Be cool. Be a good human.
On second thought…
Someone recently told me that to tar-and-feather a corrupt politician was only a misdemeanor offense. I’ve not looked into it to know for sure, and I’m certainly not advocating any form of violence, but it made me wonder how such behavior would be handled by authorities.
Would they treat it like a friendly neighborhood riot, where tear gas and Molotov cocktails were being thrown, innocent people were being abused, private property was being destroyed, and police were being ran out of their own precinct? Would it be treated like the gang violence, drug fueled violent crime epidemic, or heinous public assaults that are plaguing our nation?
Probably not. It would be treated much worse. To tar and feather a public official—even though it may only be misdemeanor—would be a violent act that would only be perpetrated by radical extremists or domestic terrorists hellbent on assailing the sacred institution of democracy.
That’s how the story would be told.
What about “grab the torch and pitchfork”—like in the cartoon Shrek—how might that play out? Can you imagine? Is there a law against having a pitchfork in one hand and a torch in the other? I honestly don’t know, but who would do such a ridiculous thing? How antiquated. How ignorant. How uncouth and crass. How dare the peasants be so uppity!
Still, it makes for an entertaining thought experiment, a hypothetical projection of how a torch-and-pitchfork moment might play out. This is pure speculation, for the sake of satirical conclusions, it is not a game plan or a strategy—but think about it:
Imagine millions of Americans being so cold, hungry, and desperate for food and fuel, they actually did grab torches and pitchforks. In this story, the torches would be to stay warm and light up the cold dark nights, and the pitchforks would be for self-defense against wild animals.
Now, with torches and pitchforks in hand, the peasants gather members from the community and march over to the oil rig, or the coal mine or what have you, and promptly set about pumping the fuel or extracting the coal, and immediately putting it to use to generate electricity, to fire up the trucks, the tractors, the factories, stay warm, feed their families, etc. Can you imagine that?
Imagine government goons swoop in and demand they stop pumping the fuel, burning the coal, and trying to keep the factories running. The reason? These activities are illegal because they cause pollution, harm the planet, and threaten public health and safety.
Are you with me here?
The peasants, with torches and pitchforks in hand, hear the governments’ warning but reject their arguments, because being cold and hungry for so long has created a massive shift in priorities and perspective. The peasants were now set on pumping this fuel or extracting this coal, no matter the cost. Their survival depends on it. Rather than cave to the authorities, the desperate peasants do something drastic:
They decide to make a stand.
One by one, the peasants, with their torches and pitch forks, start lining up shoulder to shoulder—in solidarity with the workers who were still working on the rigs and in the mines. Cold, hungry, and desperate for fuel, they commit to standing there for as long as necessary to make sure the community was able to get the resources it needs to survive.
The government balks. Agents threaten the peasants with penalties, tickets, and fines, but the peasants are too poor to care. After all the taxes and exorbitant inflation, they literally have nothing to lose. They say to themselves, “You can’t take what we don’t have.”
Then the government threatens arrest, but still the peasants stand strong, this time linking arms and vowing to protect each other from being dragged off and thrown into prison or a work camp—people who disappear like that are never quite the same, if they’re ever seen again.
Government agents become enraged. How dare these peasants defy their orders! How dare these peasants disrespect their authority! How dare they ignore the law and disobey!
The penalty for such seditious insubordination must be swift and defining. If more peasants started standing around with torches and pitchforks, that would be a threat to democracy. No, the authorities must make it clear to the public that such behavior is absolutely unacceptable, otherwise people might start questioning their authority, their ability to enforce the law, or their ability to maintain peace and stability and keep the public safe and secure.
They decide to break up the party and they rush in with flash-bangs and guns at the ready. The cameras are rolling as the peasants start to howl and scream in protest. An agent grabs the first unruly peasant by the arm and yanks her out of the crowd. As she falls forward, her pitchfork sticks the agent in the leg and her torch falls to the ground and lights another agent’s pants on fire. The cameras capture it all.
What happens next is not real clear, but from the footage on the news, it appears that a mob of angry peasants started attacking the authorities who were there to protect the public and ensure law and order. Some agents fire rounds from their semi-automatic rifles in self-dense. Several peasants were wounded or killed, but fortunately no agents lost their lives—the pitchforks of the angry peasants were not able to pierce their Kevlar vests and ballistic shields, thank God.
The full incident was investigated by numerous alphabet agencies and this was dubbed an insurrection. The most prominent peasants were immediately arrested and imprisoned without trial or bail. The other peasants went home, cold, hungry, and convinced they had made a mistake.
They were grateful when the government showed mercy and turned the heat back on, at least for a little while each day.
They were grateful when the government gave them some money for food, even though there wasn’t much on the shelves. They were grateful that their kids would get fed at school, that everyone could get testing and their boosters for free, that the solar bus would take them to the park, that public servants were picking up the needles, that the homeless had pillows, and the politicians were so good at keeping everyone safe and saving the planet from pollution.
In fact, the peasants were so grateful for what the government was doing, they forgot all about the torches and pitchforks. There was a big game on tonight, and a fresh episode coming out tomorrow, and a new app that would help them be an even better human—and all of this meant that life was good.
Those angry peasants were fools. They threatened democracy.
The real plight of their peaceful protest, the real story about what happened that fateful day was never told. It was censored because the algorithms had determined it would undermine peace and stability. The AI told the story a different way: That was the day that Democracy prevailed.
That was the day the ignorant peasants learned their lesson. It’s best to keep fossil fuels and coal in the ground where they belong—and if you’re going to stand in solidarity, it better be for the right reasons… and if you’re going to challenge the government, you’re going to need a lot more than just torches and pitchforks… either that, or you’re going to need a whole helluva lot more peasants!
That concludes our story… we’ll get back to reality tomorrow!