If Robert Mueller’s mumble-bumble dumpster fire of a televised political suicide didn’t make it abundantly obvious confirmation, hear it loudly and clear: There were never any Russians in 2016. Never. Nowhere. Not at any level. It was deadly serious farce.

What there was instead was a very obviously readymade political destruction operation crafted in advance to be run by the letter against any outsider candidate posing a threat to the Deep State cabal and the status quo. Like Operation Northwoods and 9/11 and Operation Mongoose in Dealey Plaza, Operation SpyGate was a prepackaged piece of insidious cointelpro illusion designed to propagandize the population into supporting a rolling coup against a populist champion. Donald Trump simply became the targeted victim of a scheme assembled in the Obama White House and launched by a strictly guarded handful of the most dependably traitorous characters in American intelligence lore.

Call them strike team, Bravo Hotel Oscar. 14 world class masters of Papa Bravo Sierra, (p.b.s., or propaganda bull-shit for idiot leftist readers) gathered at the behest of BHO, himself. Selected, commissioned and charged by Barack Hussein Obama.

Five people were in the room that day, when Obama’s crack team was formed, selected and groomed. James Clapper, James Comey, Loretta Lynch, Barack Obama and John Brennan. Because all roads lead to John Brennan. A leering gargoyle CIA head out of Nikita Khrushchev’s dampest dreams. The teenage Communist mastermind of BHO’s avaricious ship of fools. The burning ship that the rats are already abandoning both starboard and port.

In the year of our Lord, 2016, in the single most egregious example of conspiratorial political treason in United States history, strike team BHO were the boots on the ground. The hand picked architects and arch-agents of intelligence wet work that would undertake the shielding of one Hillary Clinton from any possible repercussion for blatant criminality in mishandling classified documents, and simultaneously pour the footings and the pillars of the political heist of the ages, framing an innocent billionaire as an arch criminal, Russian spy, connoisseur of urinary sex play and a man unfit of aspiring to American leadership.

Oh, and a small side mission:

The crucifixion of Donald J. Trump and the arriving murk of an impenetrable darkness of permanent globalist tyranny and intentional destruction of the American nation. An ignominious end to the American dream and of essential human liberty around the world. And every bit of it was within her grasp. Empress of Darkness, to ascend the throne. And strike team BHO would be the guarantee.

Through the time tested techniques of compartmentalization and the neuvo-tech gadgetry of computerized cloak and dagger and digital wizardry, this elite team of select intelligence operatives set about the deadly work of rigging an election the Deep State cabal was already certain they would win. And therein lay the fatal flaw. A Hillary victory would make any level of malfeasance, any level of Constitutional breach, any depth of evil forever hidden from the American people, buried in the bowels of a system that had the power, the tools and certainly the amoral hubris to steal something that can never be owned.

There was a time in American history not so long ago (but in a galaxy far, far away) when even children’s movies contained the common sense rudiments of cointelpro and Sun Tsu strategy of war that now seem so far beyond the stunning oatmeal for brains cloture of people elected to Congress and Senate or who appear on cable news shows attempting great flourishing pronouncements that water indeed, is very wet. And that there may indeed have been spying in the 2016 election.

Welcome to the party, dimwits. It’s a dire shame you’re so terrible at your job. And so in the bag for such evil demons.

Obi Wan Kenobi was smarter and altruistically wise. And in a fifteen second outlay to Luke Skywalker on Tatooine, old Ben Kenobi spelled out the fortune cookie rudiments that should have dawned on every single American sheep as soon as anyone started suggesting that “the Russians” were assaulting computer systems, or that “the Russians” were hacking the DNC, or that “Russians” had suddenly taken deep interest in formulating troll farms on facebook, spending what amounted to a struggling physician’s annual salary to sow and spread “fake news” across the gambit of a 50 state Presidential race costing billions.

And that the “Russians had hacked the election” Utter Bravo Sierra.

Obama’s Strike Team created all of it to destroy Donald Trump, distance and demonize Putin’s Russia, frustrating an American-Russian alliance to crush globalism, and to give Empress Hillary sacramental honors for turning out the lights at midnight on the American frontier.

Obama’s Strike Team created all of it to destroy Donald Trump, distance and demonize Putin’s Russia, frustrating an American-Russian alliance to crush globalism, and to give Empress Hillary sacramental honors for turning out the lights at midnight on the American frontier.

The fact that the mainstream media was so breathlessly desperate for you to know and absorb and believe that the Russians were pounding at the creaking gates of the American democratic process should have been the dead giveaway that the Russians were nowhere in sight. Old Ben Kenobi would have nailed the truth like a Womp Rat nesting in a vaporator on Uncle Owen’s moisture farm.

Happening upon the burned out hulk of a rusting transport vehicle and the smoking robes and remains of the hapless scrap-scavenging Jawa creatures in the Tatooine desert, Obi Wan correctly deduced that it hadn’t been “Sand People” who were responsible for the carnage. But that Imperial Storm Troopers had done their best to frame precisely that impression. Because that’s how propaganda works. And every child in that 1977 audience understood the lesson that George Lucas stole from the Reichstag fire and every other false flag in history. In 2019, millionaire analysts still blame the Sand People. And think Oswald acted alone. Because Edward R. Murrow is long dead and botox and push up bras cause brain damage.

Newsflash: The Sand People didn’t slaughter the Jawas. And the “Russians” had NOTHING to do with the 2016 election. But we were meant to think they did. Because as some of us learned in 1977, if the Russians had actually done anything, they’d have erased their tracks and made new ones, leading right back in the direction of Langley, Virginia. Single file, to hide their numbers.

We know now, due to very fine forensics work of investigative voices you never hear but are never wrong, (including a source inside the CIA and one at NSA) that the mimicking of Russian computer activity on American networks was accomplished by “the Hammer.” A sophisticated IP masking and algorithmic ping box in American hands that can hum any tune of any international IP source with indistinguishable clarity of voice. In fact, unless you were working the team that knew “the Hammer” was on the job, you’d be blind as a bat, believing as even the most trained eyes and ears in our compartmentalized intelligence circles did in 2016, that the “Russians” were at the digital door.

Thanks to Trump’s momentous Declassification moment and great burning of the globalist pyre to come, in the days ahead you will also learn that there were no Russians. Anywhere. Ever. At all. That Seth Rich was the internal source of the DNC hack and the Podesta-Hillary email dump. That Wikileaks was not the only beneficiary of his suicidal mission of disclosure. That every bit of the bastardized scheme to secure permanent one party rule in America was built meticulously, fastidiously and maliciously from the ground up to make that phony bologna Steele Peepee Dossier the cherry on a Bravo Sierra sundae. Not a shred of what played out was organic and not a single aspect of it was left to chance.

Obama’s Strike Team created all of it to destroy Donald Trump, distance and demonize Putin’s Russia, frustrating an American-Russian alliance to crush globalism, and to give Empress Hillary sacramental honors for turning out the lights at midnight on the American frontier.

Those of you who still believe the Russians hacked an election, or that the Sand People killed the Jawas, best sit this one out.

The Deep State Death Star is about to meet an altogether fitting end.