Twas the night before Happening, when all through the swamp: Not a creature was stirring, not even a democRAT; The EO was shared by the Military Intelligence with care; In hopes that GEOTUS says "go time" is here;
The Pepes were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of perp-walks danced in their heads; And mamma in her women-for-Trump shirt, and I in my MAGA hat, had just loaded our weapons for a dark winter.
When out on the White House lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang to thedonald.win to see what was the matter. Away to the "Hot" I scrolled right on cue, Tore open the "Rising" and threw up the "New."
The moon on the breast of the new-posted memes, Gave luster of mid-day to deep-state schemes, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But an enormous gallows and nothing to fear.
With a vibrant young man, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. GEOTUS. More rapid than eagles his operators they came, And he whistled and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Seal Teams! Now, Delta! Now, Rangers, and Airborne, "On, Space Force! On, Guiliani! On, Sidney and Kraken; "To the whole of the deep state! Up against the wall!" "Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As commies before the Happening fly, When they meet with a helicopter, mount to the sky; So up to the drop point, the commies they flew, With a list full of traitors and the media, too.
Then in a twinkling, I read on dot win, The REEEEEES and salt of Fraudulent-Elect Biden. As my head was spinning, and was turning around, Down to the gallows, Soros came with a bound.
He was all dressed in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were tarred and feathered to boot; A bundle of money was flung to his back, And he looked like Satan, in a human skin sack:
His eyelids -- how wrinkled, his cheeks how saggy, His voice like a demon, all hoarse and crabby, His droll little son, had started running the show, And Lord Moloch-Brown promoted to the bo';
The Open Society Foundation had held America in its teeth, And the smoke of Epstein's temple encircled its victims like a wreath. He had a broad face, and a little round belly That shook when he faced justice like a bowl full of jelly;
He was chubby and plump, a hideous old elf, And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke no more words, but went straight to hell, All Chinese Communists and NWO demons also fell, And laying a finger aside of their neck, GEOTUS gave a nod and confirmed they've been rekt.
He sprung to his inauguration, to his team gave a feast, Through the celebratory MAGA rally they rode in the beast: But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight -- Merry Happening to all, and to all a good night!
Twas the night before Happening, when all through the swamp: Not a creature was stirring, not even a democRAT; The EO was shared by the Military Intelligence with care; In hopes that GEOTUS says "go time" is here;
The Pepes were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of perp-walks danced in their heads; And mamma in her women-for-Trump shirt, and I in my MAGA hat, had just loaded our weapons for a dark winter.
When out on the White House lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang to thedonald.win to see what was the matter. Away to the "Hot" I scrolled right on cue, Tore open the "Rising" and threw up the "New."
The moon on the breast of the new-posted memes, Gave luster of mid-day to deep-state schemes, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But an enormous gallows and nothing to fear.
With a vibrant young man, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. GEOTUS. More rapid than eagles his operators they came, And he whistled and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Seal Teams! Now, Delta! Now, Rangers, and Airborne, "On, Space Force! On, Guiliani! On, Sidney and Kraken; "To the whole of the deep state! Up against the wall!" "Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As commies before the Happening fly, When they meet with a helicopter, mount to the sky; So up to the drop point, the commies they flew, With a list full of traitors and the media, too.
Then in a twinkling, I read on dot win, The REEEEEES and salt of Fraudulent-Elect Biden. As my head was spinning, and was turning around, Down to the gallows, Soros came with a bound.
He was all dressed in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were tarred and feathered to boot; A bundle of money was flung to his back, And he looked like Satan, in a human skin sack:
His eyelids -- how wrinkled, his cheeks how saggy, His voice like a demon, all hoarse and crabby, His droll little son, had started running the show, And Lord Moloch-Brown promoted to the bo';
The Open Society Foundation had held America in its teeth, And the smoke of Epstein's temple encircled its victims like a wreath. He had a broad face, and a little round belly That shook when he faced justice like a bowl full of jelly;
He was chubby and plump, a hideous old elf, And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head, Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke no more words, but went straight to hell, All Chinese Communists and NWO demons also fell, And laying a finger aside of their neck, GEOTUS gave a nod and confirmed they've been rekt.
He sprung to his inauguration, to his team gave a feast, Through the celebratory MAGA rally they rode in the beast: But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight -- Merry Happening to all, and to all a good night!
Twas the night before Happening, when all through the swamp: Not a creature was stirring, not even a democRAT; The EO was shared by the Military Intelligence with care; In hopes that GEOTUS says "go time" is here;
The Pepes were nestled all snug in their beds, while visions of perp-walks danced in their heads; And mamma in her women-for-Trump shirt, and I in my MAGA hat, had just loaded our weapons for a dark winter.
When out on the White House lawn there arose such a clatter, I sprang to thedonald.win to see what was the matter. Away to the "Hot" I flew like a flash, Tore open the "Rising" and threw up the "New."
The moon on the breast of the new-posted memes, Gave luster of mid-day to deep-state schemes, When, what to my wondering eyes should appear, But an enormous gallows and nothing to fear.
With a vibrant young man, so lively and quick, I knew in a moment it must be St. GEOTUS. More rapid than eagles his operators they came, And he whistled and shouted, and called them by name:
"Now, Seal Teams! Now, Delta! Now, Rangers, and Airborne, "On, Space Force! On, Guiliani! On, Sidney and Kraken; "To the whole of the deep state! Up against the wall!" "Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!"
As commies before the Happening fly, When they meet with a helicopter, mount to the sky; So up to the drop point, the commies they flew, With a list full of traitors and the media, too.
Then in a twinkling, I read on dot win The REEEEEES and salt of Fraudulent-Elect Biden. As my head was spinning, and was turning around, Down to the gallows, Soros came with a bound.
He was all dressed in fur, from his head to his foot, And his clothes were tarred and feathered to boot; A bundle of money was flung to his back, And he looked like Satan, in a human skin sack:
His eyelids -- how wrinkled, his cheeks how saggy, His voice like a demon, all hoarse and crabby, His droll little son, had started running the show, And Lord Moloch-Brown promoted to the bo';
The Open Society Foundation had held America in its teeth, And the smoke of Epstein's temple encircled its victims like a wreath. He had a broad face, and a little round belly That shook when he faced justice like a bowl full of jelly:
He was chubby and plump, a hideous old elf, And I laughed when I saw him in spite of myself; A wink of his eye and a twist of his head Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.
He spoke no more words, but went straight to hell, All Chinese Communists and NWO demons also fell, And laying a finger aside of their neck, GEOTUS gave a nod and confirmed they've been rekt.
He sprung to his inauguration, to his team gave a feast, Through the celebratory MAGA rally they rode in the beast: But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight- Merry Happening to all, and to all a good night!
Happening Status: D minus 2
Connecting the dots...NSA hacked Dominion machines in 2016 to disable the fraction magic algorithm. Democrats knew they were hacked (which is true), because the algorithm didn't work. Probably around 2007-2009, NSA learned of Chinese control of US government when surveillance data was analyzed. NSA watched Romney get beat by an algorithm. NSA tapped Trump to run to clean house:
The best is yet to come.
Today was a good day.
Is it because key players in the Dem/Rep uniparty, the media, the CIA and the DOJ/FBI all get huge commission checks for each billion dollar deal they make happen at our national expense (Iran Nuclear Deal, NAFTA, Ukraine, China, etc.)???
Democrats are growing increasingly nervous that the huge Trump lead they needed to close on election night led to unprecedented sloppiness. The world now knows that most of Biden's votes were fake. It can't be hidden. Insiders are worried that they will lose the entire election fraud infrastructure that they have built up over the past 70 years. By conceding now, they can argue against the lawsuits and prosecutions that the damage the Democrats have done to America is moot.
He is reelected, indeed!
Joe Biden's voter fraud organization will be arrested. Trump is our President.
Believe it will happen. Repeat.
