By David Glenn Cox
It is almost like being stuck in a time warp or a Nostradamus quatrain. Like the second verse of a disco song and you already know all the words. Woodrow Wilson had been the peace candidate. By today’s American standards, he was probably the most idealistic and silly man the US had ever known. He ran on the slogan, “He’ll keep us out of war!” During the first general rush of nations to organize their own destruction in 1914, Wilson had resisted. The war wasn’t our concern and boats filled with munitions headed for Europe, returning filled with money, sure didn’t hurt.
The ultimate Presidential pinnacle. “I look good, it don’t cost nothing, and we make money!” Wilson was a principled 19th Century man. He was sincere in his principles to the point of too sincere. And they that seek peace, shall end up looking like Neville Chamberlain or Eugene McCarthy. A World War going on all around and their answer is? “I love you; you love me!” But it was working pretty good, but then a crisis developed. A stalemate that forced both sides to look for new war fronts. The German’s chose unrestricted U-Boat warfare. Wilson ignored the threat, until the Lusitania was sunk killing Americans.
The pressure on Wilson to respond was great, but he resisted. He was beginning to look like something we call a house cat, on the world stage. Then a German military attaché’ sent a telegram to the Mexican government. Suggesting that if they were to attack the United States, at the successful conclusion of the war, they would be awarded Texas and part of the Southwest. This was pure lunacy, “Hey Latvia! If you attack Russia and win, we’ll give the Ukraine! I’ve got it all written down; a six-point plan my lawyer thought up!
The Zimmerman telegram was written down proof, delivered by a friendly government. Proof positive that the Germans were out to involve us in World War One, whether we liked it or not. A state of war was in actual existence, and the refusal to accept the facts on the ground was about to make the Americans look bad. The Mexicans probably had a good laugh about it. The Mexican Army had struggled with Pancho Villa and was in no condition or mind set. To start a war out of the blue with a rather large neighbor to the north.
It made the American entry into WWI a given. It was written down and spelled out in black and white. Making the actual truth louder than the political truth. Compounding the issue and making it painfully unavoidable, like the “Father” box on Jesus’s birth certificate. The Twump letter condemns them all. A six-point plan to delegitimize and overturn the election and get them all hung for sedition in the process. Or at the very least, writing their memoirs from Federal Prison to earn canteen money.
While it is true that publishers often hand out six-figure advances. Stone walls do a prison make. “We can offer you $1,000, or you could go somewhere else? Prison memoirs are such speculative ventures, don’t you see?” By the time the next round of Twump prison enrollees reaches their cellblocks and fires up their word processors, the public will probably be read out. The Twump letter means that now, prosecution is unavoidable. Twump is said to like stories about famous German leaders, he should read up on Rommel.
The January 6th committee trembles as it approaches the Jabberwock. I’ve got a subpoena here in my pocket! I’m not afraid to use it! Stand back, while I make more idle threats! Like Dungeons and Dragons for grownups, “I cast the spell of eternal stupidity upon you! And you shall be cursed, and no one shall ever take you seriously!” Fortunately for Mike Pence, the spell didn’t completely stick.
How stupid was the Twump Letter? Mike Pence didn’t fall for it, and Mikey falls for everything! The Twump letter puts Pence on the spear point and makes him the man most likely to go to prison for the rest of his life. (He’ll never see Mother again!) If he’s not hung up on a lamp post out in front of a gas station. Twump is a master negotiator, because if successful, Pence gets nothing! “Go ahead Mike, do it! Come on, do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Come on Mike, don’t be a chicken shit!”
A road map to sedition and a smoking gun Rosetta stone which makes prosecution unavoidable. It answers so many questions and ties together, so many loose ends. “ I know now why the caged bird sings, Hang Mike Pence!” Pence was a target, no differently than the Capitol building itself. “We’ll put a little scare into Mikey, and he’ll fall into line!” Go ahead Mike, feed the alligator, he won’t hurt you!
The Twump letter means all bets are off from here on in. If the Republicans could have burned the document, the Democrats probably would have given them the matches. Like Super Mario Brothers, the January 6th committee just powered up. They hold the spear of Lugh and the sword of Damocles now, and are the shakers of worlds. (Hey, guess where we’re going everybody?) A signed confession of intent to subvert Democracy means, we’re “Wasted away again in Watergate Hearingville.” We’ve moved on from misdemeanor suspicion of sedition to, “before you sits, Lee Harvey Oswald. On the table sits his rifle, the prosecution rests. The Twump letter is the signed notarized confession of the 911 hijackers.”
The Twump Letter elevates the Jan 6th commission from an investigative body to a prosecutorial body. Changing its role from investigating the fish, to prosecuting the fisherman. A fisherman so dumb, as to leave behind such an incriminating document. Like the Zimmerman telegram, all choice is gone now. Twump must be prosecuted, like it or not.
If your hand touched the Twump letter before it was released by the New York Times. You are now in grave peril!
“He shall be tall and round and orange against the sky. His hair will shine like a cheap Earl Shibe paint job. He shall be the leader of the deluded minions of Vespucci Land. An artist of sophistry with a head filled with cattle excrement.” – Nostradamus
(Don’t say you weren’t warned)
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