By Hans Wilder, West Palm Beach
You know, folks, I’ve been thinking—how do you frame a guy who’s already on the cover of the picture? It’s like trying to convince people that Bigfoot planted evidence against the Loch Ness Monster. But hey, welcome to 2023, where reality’s a bad parody of itself.
Let’s talk about this CRIMINAL CONSPIRACY—oh yeah, capital letters, baby. NARA, the FBI, the DOJ, and good ol’ Special Prostitute Jack Smith. (Yeah, I said it. Prostitute. If you’re gonna sell your integrity, at least get paid well for it.) These guys didn’t just cross the line; they set the damn line on fire, danced around it, and called it justice.
HOLY SHIT—because, let’s face it, no other words work here—Merrick Garland’s DOJ didn’t bother telling the judge who signed off on the Mar-a-Lago raid that Trump had already said, “Go ahead, search the place! I’ve got nothing to hide!” Did they mention that? Nah. Why ruin a perfectly good witch hunt with facts?
And then there’s the tampering and planting of evidence. Oh yeah, they went full Scooby-Doo villain, dropping fake clues all over the place. But instead of saying, “I would’ve gotten away with it, too, if it weren’t for you meddling kids,” they’re like, “Let’s just lie to the court instead!” Classic.
But here’s where it goes from Kafka to The Twilight Zone: assassination instructions. That’s right—apparently, the FBI’s operational manual comes with a “How to Get Away with Murder” appendix. And if you think that’s a stretch, remember, these are the same geniuses who authorized a raid that Steven D’Antuono couldn’t execute fast enough. Garland? Oh, Merrick signed that thing like he was endorsing a Netflix original series.
Let’s not forget the real kicker—they didn’t just screw up 2020; they’re gearing up for an encore in 2024. Evidence tampering? Check. Planting evidence? Double check. Deceiving the court? Triple check. And hey, throw in a little Game of Thrones-style backstabbing while you’re at it.
So what do we do? Arrest them. All of them. Every last one of these clowns. Round ‘em up, prosecute them, toss them in the slammer, and for good measure, send that Judge Juan Merchan on a one-way trip to Deported-ville. That’s right—January 20, 2025. Mark your calendars, because justice is gonna be served. Hot, fresh, and with a side of “don’t mess with the people.”
Because in the end, folks, the system’s not broken—it’s rigged. And we’re the suckers who keep playing the game. But not for long. Not this time.
