My vision of Benedict and his conspirators continued. After the professor’s revelation about The Seven Seals, all three of them turned inward — examining their thoughts.
Antonio Abbracciavento seemed to realize that the subject that he had devoted his life to was unfolding before his very eyes – although now it appeared he didn’t have the stomach for it.
Meanwhile Teri seemed to be relishing every moment. And as for Benedict, well it was obvious that he still had a major part to play before he could finally retire to that much desired rest, (but I couldn’t help thinking of the proverb: He who digs a hole, falls into his own pit).
Eventually Antonio spoke further about the terrible implications of the Seven Seals (And for the most part, he explained my work quite well). Yet, it was all he could do to hold himself together and he noticeably shook during his monologue.
For his part Benedict listened stoically, detaching himself from the grim horrors that the professor described. Once Antonio finished, The Pope added his thoughts, “Dreadful? Yes. Necessary? Absolutely. After all, we must remember — the sheep were made to be shorn. It is their role in The Great Play.”
“All things work together for The Good.” Antonio patted his daughter’s hand as if to console her, yet I knew he was trying to convince himself more than anyone else.
“You are not responsible for this, Antonio.” Benedict advised. “Just because you have the foreknowledge of the crime doesn’t make you guilty of it.” The oldster was about to reply, but got tongue-tied instead and the Pope sensed his fear, “Sharing what you know with the world will NOT stop the events from happening. Do not even think of such a foolish act.”
Teri looked at her father in horror. “Papa! You were not contemplating this were you?”
Again, Antonio stuttered – further convicting himself.
(Fool. Don’t you realize that God has a plan and things will happen in His time and His time alone.
We are all just the pawns of prophecy – whether we act or not.
That’s why I don’t care anymore – after all, it doesn’t matter what Antonio, me, or any of us do — He already knows how it will all turn out!)
“Get control of yourself, Abbracciavento.” The Pope grated. “You’d be a fool to reveal such knowledge to the world. No one would believe you. More importantly, The Wheel of Time WILL turn and December 21st will arrive regardless of what you do.”
“Father will do no such thing.” Teri quickly changed the subject. “And speaking of December 21st, wouldn’t you like to hear about Mr. Bates?”
“The rascal is proving to be quite a genius, eh?” Pope Benedict said.
“Indeed. He is becoming a power by literally buying the world.”
“Everybody wants the Identichip, eh?”
“Did you know many nations have stopped accepting trade unless they are paid in E-Yuans through the Identichip? Nobody has confidence in the financial backing of ANY country – except the Bates Foundation blockchain system administered from the World Economic Forum. That’s why people are so desperate to be implanted with an IdentiChip and why UN is recommending it. Even Putin is on board – although I’m sure there’s a back door deal or two in play.”
“So, Mr. Bates has the world by the balls and now the UN wants to sell our souls back to him?” Benedict summarized. “And yet I say — what the wicked dread will overtake them. Yet so be it, friends – for let’s not lose sight of the prize.”
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Your Grace, what will happen now?” Antonio asked.
“I would bet The Brotherhood is going to have Ban Ki-Moon removed – soon.” The pope was quick to reply.
“Assassination of The UN Secretary General?” Antonio gasped.
“Father, don’t interrupt.” Teri hushed him.
“That would be the next logical move.” The Pope explained, making the motion to wash his hands of the matter. “And there’s not much we can do to stop it – as I said, the Wheel of Time will move forward of its own accord. Once Ki-Moon is out of the way, the picture becomes much clearer for our adversary.”
“Bill Bates will be elevated to power – just in time for the Great Ceremony.” Teri smiled.
“Ah, my children,” The professor interrupted. “I’m afraid you are mistaken. For Mr. Bates has already declined such a position. Even if he wanted it, surely Putin and Xi would block such a move – those two are always conspiring.”
“Bill Bates as Secretary General is inevitable.” Benedict re-affirmed. “Yet’s that only a minor stepping stone for him. I’m surprised you didn’t see this, Antonio — the world is in turmoil and it has been for over a decade. We need ONE person to step up and draw us together under the banner of peace and safety. The planet is begging for a leader who can help us escape these never ending pandemics and find sustainable solutions to the specter of climate change. Who else could that person be but William Henry Bates III? Sure he makes a pretense of resisting, but in reality only because his time has not yet come. He will accept the post when it is laid at his feet – when the world begs him to take over – and with your pawns Putin, Xi, and that puppet-master Obama leading the way.”
“Father, I’ve already told you The Brotherhood has been pumping The Bates Foundation’s agenda up throughout Africa.” Teri reminded. “They’re using the BLM goons to build anti-Asian sentiment against Ki-Moon among the more radical factions of Europe so he won’t be around much longer. The World Health Organization, CDC, and political hacks like Dr. Flipflop have destroyed people’s businesses and their spirits with never-ending lockdowns against their made-up pandemic variants. Ninety-nine percent of the world is now on universal basic income and nobody can work, travel, or even buy groceries without their Freedom Passes – and that’s assuming they have enough social credits to unlock their account. The public is crying for a savior! Why it’s all going according to plan and you know this already. Why are you being so difficult?
(I would have known that too — had I been to any of the recent Brotherhood meeting).
“But, how does that help our cause?” Antonio asked. “I thought we were trying to destroy Mr. Bates, not give him even more power.”
“In chess?” Antonio returned the question. “Are you asking if I have played the Grandmaster Anatoly Karpov?”
“Yes.”
“Why would Karpov waste his time with me? I’m no master.”
“I have played Karpov – once.” Benedict reminisced. “1984. You may not know this but I actually did hold Master rank during my youth– although it was unofficial, given my religious position. In any case, the Grandmaster taught me quite a lesson…
“For Karpov’s intentions became understandable to his opponents only when salvation was no longer possible.
“That is what happened to me too.” Benedict continued. “Karpov drew me in, allowed me to rise to a position of power, and then ruthlessly crucified me. Once he decided to make his move, his drive to mate was inevitable and certain. Mind you, at the very point when I felt that I was on the verge of setting up my mate of him — when I felt most secure and actually stole a breath! — the very next instant, he turned the tables on me, and his every successive move led to victory. He was inexorable.”
“And that is what we shall do to Bill Bates, father.” Teri giggled.
“Check and mate.” Antonio agreed.
“Indeed.” Benedict smiled. “We’ll give Mr. Bates what he wants – we’ll give him the world. For that is HIS destiny. But in the end, I’ll take it back – for that is MY destiny.”
(I’ve got to say, although I’m done with The Commission, this vision WAS interesting. Hey, if The End of Days really are coming, then that’s fine by me – perhaps that will finally stop the insanity!)
OK, out with it – let’s hear your questions. I can tell that you won’t let me move on with my tale unless I start answering some of your nagging questions so let’s get it over with.
Am I immortal?
Yes. Alan, Miriam, and I are all immortal – we have been since He made us that way – nearly two thousand years ago. It’s a bitch. Trust me.
Take today for instance – here I am just sitting in my bed trying to get some sleep and shake this drunken haze. Yet I can’t get any peace because He keeps sending me more revelations. Enough already!
Being immortal is just not all it’s cracked up to be.
I know Alan and Miriam may feel different, but what do they know?
Oh sure, there was a time when I had a different opinion, but those days were long gone — two thousand years on this planet will do that to a guy.
Well, now that the cat’s out of the bag, I suppose I’ll have to tell you a few more things to keep you from bombarding me with questions…
Here’s a few more tidbits about my life – take them for what you will.
Obviously I haven’t always lived in upstate Pennsylvania; I was actually born half a world away and some two millennia past. And although I’m a persona unknown to most of the world now, long ago I was actually rather famous. Let’s see how quickly you can figure it out…
My father’s name was Zebedee and my mom was Mary Salome. My family was Jewish and originally lived in the Bethsaida region around the Lake of Gennesaret in what is now modern day Israel.
I also had a rather famous brother too – a man who later became known as Saint James The Greater. I’m kinda proud of my older brother so obviously I have to show you a picture of him too.
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To say James and I were close is an understatement – back in the day we tore it up and were known by all as The Sons of Thunder. Sure we got into a bit of trouble, but it was all in good fun.
Meanwhile, my dad had a fishing business that James and I helped him with it. The business was profitable enough to allow me to afford my own house and it even gave me a bit of status (I was a personal friend of the Jewish high priest at the time – hey, if you give anyone enough money, they’ll be your friend, right?).
Now Jesus and I we also cousins of another famous preacher – the legendary Jewish apocalyptist known as John The Baptist.
The Baptizer was the first great speaker I had ever met and I actually found myself captivated by all his talk about how “the Kingdom of Heaven was at hand” and what it meant for me and my fellow Jews.
(I wouldn’t fall for all that talk now, mind you, but back then it sounded rather good).
In any case, at the time Jesus and I were both looking for something meaningful to do with our lives (fishing just wasn’t exciting enough) so we decided to follow The Baptizer around for awhile.
Eventually Jesus became a pretty hardcore apocalyptic teacher himself and he too began evangelizing. Since I was closer to Jesus, I left The Baptizer’s group and followed Jesus around for a bit. But soon enough Jesus’s group ran out of money and reality set in, so we had to give it up — I went back home to my boring life in the fishing business, while Jesus wandered off into the desert to find himself.
I honestly thought that was the end of my time as a disciple (of anybody) and I was happy just living the life of a village fisherman. However, about a year later, Jesus came back home – and he was now a changed man.
Jesus claimed he’d a revelation that he was the Son of God!
Perhaps just as importantly, he also had a new plan for his evangelical work: expansion via recruitment.
He asked me and my brother James to join him and leave our fishing business to instead become “Fishers of Men.”
We took the bait and helped Jesus find more recruits. It was a wild success – we travelled around like rock stars for awhile and after that I was pretty much by Jesus’ side from there on out – until Jesus was crucified that is!
As you can imagine Jesus’s death at the hands of his jealous adversaries was quite an ordeal – events certainly didn’t work out as I thought they were going to when Jesus first roped me into the experience and when he was murdered so unexpectedly it left myself and the other disciples in a bit of shock. We had no idea what to do next and most of us were just trying to lay low for awhile in order to save our own skins.
Thankfully Jesus proved he was the Son of God when he rose from the dead just three days after his crucifixion and that, as I’m sure you can imagine, was rather inspiring.
On fire for his message, I took it upon myself to continue his Christ’s mission. In fact, I later wrote about my time with Jesus in a book called The Gospel of John. Watch it today on Amazon Prime (everybody has that now, right?)
Looking back now I regret the decision to get caught up with Jesus — it was all just a crazy idea. Back then I was young and stupid. Oh sure there was something charismatic about Jesus – even more so than The Baptizer.
But Jesus clearly said that he would return.
And he said that he was going to do so during our lifetimes back then.
So where the hell is he? And what’s taking him so damn long?
That’s right. I said it.
You wanted to know what has me so upset. Well now you know.
The very next day, I was lucky enough to get yet another vision – oh joy. And I’m gonna warn you right upfront that this is a loooong vision – I had to endure it and so will you, so grab some coffee and try to stay with me.
This time I witnessed a very different scene taking shape – yet one which posed no less of a threat to its players…
With the evening meal over, a pleasant fire now crackled inside the professor’s lounge of Bucharest University. Appointed with a host of overstuffed leather chairs, polished hardwood floors, and with walls of the finest Brasovian oak, I personally thought the lounge looked rather stuffy, but I guess these staunch academic types felt otherwise. The room was mostly empty but for a few lone readers scattered around the room and another pair talking softly in a corner.
“Professor, you never cease to amaze me,” a twenty-something woman said to her friend as the pair sat in a corner of the dons’ sanctuary.
“What makes you say that, Teri?” The man chuckled softly.
Like the others in the room, the pair in conversation were sans masks. The reason for the lack of masks was simple – while the students at the university and the local townsfolk were required to wear them as part of the on-going pandemic control safety protocols, the professors were exempt. Why? Recall that the academic were the ones behind the Follow the Science propaganda and as such, not only did they know the science (i.e. that masks do not work to stop the spread of viruses like Covid) but just as importantly the academics were part of the Animal Farm crowd who ascribed to the motto “Rules for Thee, but not for Me,” thus when the public didn’t see, the academics (like their political friends) happily flaunted the Covid Rules.
In any event, while I didn’t know the woman, I immediately recognized my friend Laz — , er, He’d probably want me to tell you his name was Alan… Zarus.
“It’s been two months now since we started our venture,” The woman coyly pestered, as she took another sip of her plum brandy Bugle, “perhaps others still view me as simply Teri Abbracciavento, the visiting lecturerfrom Rome, but I am YOUR Conferentiar now and I think the least you can do is know how to spell my name”
“Nonsense,” Alan took a puff on his pipe, then smiled winsomely, “Your last name is no mystery to me.”
Teri seemingly melted under Alan’s smile – as, I knew, had many of his students.
If you looked at Alan, you’d guess that he was only in his early 40’s. Taller than me, he stood perhaps an inch or two over six feet, and unlike me Alan was still in perfect shape. Blessed with a ridiculously perfect olive complexion, he had a feathery blonde coif and one of those superman jaw lines that apparently drive women wild. And although Alan had some rather cliché ocean blues, the depth of his gaze could captivate men and women alike. In short, he had a face that would make even a man jealous!
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Even still, I had eyes for his partner.
For Teri was curvy like a renaissance statue, with the silky hair of a raven, dark eyebrows, and endlessly full lips. Although dressed in a scarlet business suit and wearing horn-rimmed glasses, even these professional accoutrements could not hide her alluring beauty.
(Hey, I may be an old man, but I know a looker when I see one.)
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With total confidence, Alan gamely ventured, “I know how to spell your name. It’s A-B-B-R-A-C-I-A-V-E-N-T-O.”
If she had butterflies in her stomach from Alan’s gaze, Teri didn’t let them show, “Sorry, Alan, but you’re mistaken. There are TWO C’s in Abbracciavento!” And giggling, she poured herself another drink, while filling a new glass for Alan as well.
“Touche.” Alan submitted, picking up the snifter.
“All right, so getting back to business,” Teri put her spectacles back on, “So, are you in agreement with the popular theory that Romania’s culture was indelibly changed after the Battle of Sarmizegetusa in 106 AD? Or do you agree with me that even if Trajan had not completed his conquest, Roman culture would still have dominated this land?”
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Alan drew two long puffs on his pipe, “Well, there’s no doubt some Roman ideology would have permeated this land, but I can’t overlook the potential for a subsequent domination by later Eurasian influences. How does your theory account for that?”
And so did the professional banter drift on. The Bucharest Bugles continued and the pair relaxed further. Hours lazily waned by, even as other professors retired for the night – being sure to put on their masks before they entered the public eye again . Eventually, just the two of them remained and then it was that Teri leaned close, “Alan, can I trust you?”
(Ah, perhaps we’re finally getting somewhere with this vision?)
Alan however held up a hand to pre-empt her apparent advance.
(Despite his looks, sadly Alan never made use of his talents. In fact I watched him turn off many a woman over the years. Fool.)
Standing up, he said stiffly, “Teri, if I’ve led you on in any way, I apol—“
“No, it’s not like that. This is important. Sit down. Please.”
Yet when Alan remained standing, Teri grabbed his arm and said desperately, “Alan, what do you know about…the Antichrist?”
(Bingo! There it is.)
I watched as Alan’s eyes narrowed at his associate’s unusual question. Through thin lips he replied, “Is this some sort of joke? I am a Professor of Antiquities, why are you asking me?”
“Come off it, we both know your specialize in religious antiquities.” Teri argued. “Master Alan Zarus – presently the Sef de Catadre of Bucharest’s History Department — a post you have held for over a decade. Prior to that, the Dean for Antioch’s Historical Society. Before that, Jerusa-“
(Uh oh, Alan’s not going to like where she’s going…)
“Enough!” Alan slammed his hand down on the coffee table. (See, I told you). “Tell me what’s going on, or I’ll have you removed from University grounds immediately.”
“I think the Antichrist is alive today — and I know who it is!”
For the briefest of moments, I watched a flicker of whiteness cascade down Alan’s face, yet just as quickly it passed and he covered it up by playing along, “Ah, I see. And who might this Antichrist of yours be?”
“The Antichrist is…” Teri hesitated, “Bill Bates!”
Alan immediately let out a guffaw and made a show of clapping his hands, “Bravo, Teri. For a moment I thought you were serious, now I see you’ve just had a few too many Bugles, neh?” And he smiled as he raised his glass.
Teri pulled Alan’s glass back down. “I’m serious.”
Alan raised an eyebrow, “Why that’s absurd — Mr. Bates is literally on fire for saving our world, surely you’ve see his TED talks on the internet.”
“It’s well accepted that the Antichrist will be a mesmerizing speaker.”
“Well, if that’s the case, then are you also condemning Pope Francis? President Trump? Even Tony Robbins? These are inspiring speakers too. Come now, what are your real marks are against Mr. Bates? That he’s a self-made tech billionaire? That he created a plan to vaccinate the world? That he owns more farmland in American than anyone else? That he’s got a plan to cool down the sun? Surely, these don’t qualify him as The Antichrist, Teri, if anything the man is our savior.”
“Haven’t you ever found it odd that Mr. Bates is so involved…in everything? Our Health. Our Education. Food Supply. Our Climate. Our entire world. He’s using his unlimited funding to gain control of nearly every aspect of our life thus allowing him to influence anyone, to lead everyone.”
“I’m sensing some bigotry here, Ms. Abbracciavento. This is not what I expected of you.”
“William Henry Bates III — that’s his full name.” Teri forged ahead.
“And?”
“But did you know he also plans to a Muslim name?”
“I heard something about that.” Alan was dismissive. “The rumor started after his foundation began their White Privilege reeducation programs and he made a big show of participating himself. So what?”
“The program isn’t important. Like so many others it was simply virtue signaling. What matters is the secret name he took at the time and that he plans to reveal to the world soon.”
“OK, what was the name?”
“Bill Bates took the Muslim name Ghaz al’ Ridwan Ma’bus.”
“Intriguing, but beyond that why does this even matter?”
“Each section of his Muslim name has 6 letters. Don’t you see, Alan, he’s going to openly showcase a name that means 6-6-6!”
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“The number of The Beast.” Alan’s face went pale, (and even I felt a shiver run down my spine), yet Alan recovered quickly and I watched as he wrote out Bates new name, “Each section equals 6-6-6 only if you consider the al to be a part of the first name and only if you count the apostrophe in Ma’bus. That’s bad science in my book. Please tell me you have more.”
Teri didn’t miss a beat, “The name he’s taking is significant also because of what it means. ‘Ghaz’ means ‘conqueror.’ And ‘Ridwan’ means ‘Keeper of the Bates of Heaven.’ And ‘Mabus’ is an ancient Arabic word for ‘Lion’. The Beast who conquers the gates of Heaven!”
“I could argue that his name means The Noble Lion, Defender of Heaven. After all, Mr. Bates actions have HELPED the world, not harmed it. What Antichrist would do that?”
“You’re only being difficult! The seer Nostradamus predicted the Antichrist’s name to be Ma’bus — It’s a perfect match. Why would Bates take that name other than to proclaim himself to the world as The Beast?”
(Nostradamus? What a charlatan. Don’t listen to what that fool says).
“A coincidence.” Alan replied. “Nostradamus’ visions have been rehashed to fit nearly every world event in the last two centuries. I don’t know any credible scholar who considers them to be anything but worthless.”
Teri sat back in her chair – frustrated. After a pause, she tried again, “You know as well as I that the Coronavirus was a PLANdemic that Bates’ organization helped create in order to usher in the Great Reset era for he and his globalist friends. And you know all about his Vaccine Passports and IdentiChips that pretty much everyone is required to have now in order to participate in society – you can’t work, can’t go to school, can’t even buy groceries without showing you are compliant with the governments health and safety protocols – rules for society that Bates helped fashion! His IdentiChips helped governments destroy Bitcoin and the other cryptocurrencies and replace them with the G-Yuan that they control – all while making gold and silver illegal mediums for commerce and thus allowing total government control of commerce via Bates’ IdentiChips. Need I remind you of this verse: ‘And he forced everyone to receive a mark, so that none could buy or sell unless he had the mark…of the beast.’ Revelations Chapter 13, Verse 16-17.”
(Interesting — you could say I am a bit familiar with that work….)
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“Such an advancement has been years in the making. I don’t mind my Identichip implant – I got it back in 2022 and honestly I don’t even know it’s there. As for the Vaccine Passports, let’s remember that they helped our world return to some semblance of normalcy after the crisis. And I love using my G-Yuans – it’s very convenient to not have to carry Euro’s anymore.”
“Alan, suppose for just a moment that Bates IS the Antichrist. Don’t you see, whether you use a G-Yuan – which has his name and image on it – or the IdentiChip – which has the bi-numeric version of his Muslim name embedded as a security code – either way, you WILL be carrying the mark of the beast.”
Alan didn’t reply.
“How does a college drop-out with no medical training become the world’s leading authority on vaccines? Why did he purchase the entire supply chain of the food industry?” Teri interrupted, “Why did he partner with the United Nations and World Economic Forum to reset the world away from Capitalism – the system in which he made all his money – and replace it with the de facto totalitarian society we now have? And how does he accomplish all of this in just a few years? Such things are just not possible.”
“I’ll grant you that what he was able to accomplish so quickly IS mind-boggling, but again, NOT impossible. After all, we live in a fast-paced world — companies and countries that existed for decades can fall overnight. So why couldn’t someone like Bates remake the world just as quickly – especially if it’s all for our own good?”
“I say again that there’s no way someone with no political or medical experience could emerge from the shadows and change the world like Bates has done. Unless he had help. And there’s only one group with this kind of power — The Brotherhood of the Earth. I believe The Brotherhood is behind The Great Reset and that they used the Covid plandmic to–”
“Just a moment — what’s this about a mysterious Brotherhood? Are you turning into a conspiracy theorist on me, Teri?”
(There’s another mention of The Brotherhood. I guess I will need to tell you about them, huh?)
“DON’T go there on The Brotherhood, Alan.”
There was something in the way that Teri spoke that caused Alan to be taken aback, as a result, he stopped joking and instead mumbled, “Er, so back to Mr. Bates — I say he is a genius, not someone to be feared.”
“And the world will love him.” Teri cautioned. “We both know that the Antichrist will NOT be feared…at first. But these are dangerous times — the world is still in turmoil. Economies have not really recovered from the devastating effects of the Covid and Climate lockdowns – despite Bates great ideas and for which he has already been praised. The standard of living is going DOWN across the globe – for all but the technocrats behind The Great Reset. Look at the German Revolt last year. And the problems in Japan this year. The time is ripe for ONE person to step up and draw the world together. Did you know there’s a movement at the UN to elect Bates as World President?”
“Putin and Xi would never allow that.”
“You’re blind like so many others, Alan. You missed the Big Coup that Bates and his cronies have already completed. Don’t you remember how they got rid of President Trump?”
“If you’re promoting an election fraud conspiracy I’ll pass. The United States Supreme Court dismissed that notion.”
“They didn’t even hear the case. You know as well as I that President Trump won the 2020 US election in a landslide. He was well on his way to reelection – until the Covid pandemic hit. Then it was that doctors Tony Flipflop and Deborah Virx were planted on his team to help create the fear propaganda necessary to implement lockdowns. Then it was that mail-in voting laws were expanded to allow for massive voter fraud. Poor Joe Biden couldn’t stop his dementia from admitting as much. And yet, Donald Trump had such massive support among his voter base that, if not for a coordinated plan to stop the vote count at midnight in the swing states, he would have easily prevailed.”
“Again, none of this matters to me. History is what is recorded. Election fraud in the US or elsewhere is nothing new. What does any of this have to do with your Bates’ theories?”
“There was no way Donald Trump was going to be reelected. He could have gotten 100 million votes and it wouldn’t have been enough. The Brotherhood’s operatives were ready to deliver as many computer vote dumps and ballot truckloads as needed. There was no way the cabal would have allowed a reelection because of President Trump’s anti-globalist agenda.”
“If I follow your logic, you’re suggesting that Trump had to go in order for The Great Reset to occur?”
“Exactly.” Teri smiled. “He never had a chance. This was about control by the United Nations and The Brotherhood. Trump was not only America-First but most importantly he was an anti-establishment wildcard who rebelled against the idea of Agenda 2030 and the One World Government.”
“And your point to all this?”
“When they removed President Trump from power and used the Covid lockdowns to bankrupt nations around the glob, Bates and the United Nations won World War III – they gained control over every nation – all without firing a single bomb.”
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