All those high on hopium, with their hearts in the right place, are in for a brutal awakening. Their unicorn-colored glasses will shatter, their illusions will collapse, and for a brief moment, they’ll feel lost, betrayed.

And that’s precisely when Donald and Q will rise again, like an Antichrist phoenix from the ashes, delivering what looks like justice on a silver platter.

Picture it: Lucifer himself as the waiter, unveiling the heads of the Cabal with a triumphant grin, offering up the very villains we’ve been conditioned to hate. A grand spectacle, a perfectly timed climax to the greatest psyop in modern history.

The ultimate bait-and-switch. The beast defeats the harlot.
A mind game of biblical proportions.

And in our desperation, and while playing Judas the accuser, we’ll cheer for the executioner, never realizing we’re being ushered—willingly, eagerly, straight into the very system we thought we were fighting.

Welcome to the great deception ladies and gents.