Caught in Broad Daylight
You see them there: Comey, Clapper, Rice, Brennan (and the big cheese, Obama himself), all rattling around in the open, scuttling under harsh sunlight like cockroaches caught in the kitchen. They shriek, “Me first!” because exposure isn’t optional—entire narratives have been laid bare by Tulsi Gabbard’s declassification crusade and Bondi’s newly minted DoJ “strike force” investigation into the so‑called deep‑state coup. They’re out where everyone can see them, and they’d kill to dive headfirst back into their sewer-y swamp of secrecy and cover‑ups, where misinformation is safe and fabrications flourish.
Justice is Coming
Our cartoon rats are about to discover that absolute truth is a very dangerous commodity. They covet the darkness beneath that manhole, but daylight’s glare doesn’t lie. And justice—or whatever passes for it these days down there—is headed their way.
