A Fictional ‘What if…?’
October 2020/Classified Location
“That’s the most insane ‘suggestion’ I’ve heard in the last four years! I’ve tolerated a million stupid ideas in recent times, but none as damned crazy as this!” the president barked. “Do you honestly think Donald Trump would merely stand on the sidelines and let these crooked morons steal the election?”
“Sir, of course, it sounds crazy! But hear me out, OK?” the retired Army general said. Codenamed “Cobalt,” the man was the most feared of all the president’s closest advisers. At least by the Democrat Socialists’ senior leaders. Cobalt had irrefutable dirt on every one of them.
“Boss, the best cyber warriors in America are locked-and-loaded, ready to monitor every vote transaction on election night. Thanks to extremely classified AI tools…”
“Artificial Intelligence?” the president interrupted.
“Yessir. These AI systems can track and time-tag every bit and byte that moves on election night. Anywhere in the world. Our experts are monitoring China, Russia, and other international bad-boys, but giving top priority to domestic vote tallies and reports.”
“Same as they did in twenty-sixteen? Same team?”
“Most are the same folks, but others are sharp new troops armed with far better AI algorithms and methods than we had four years ago. And every one of these cyber-warriors is a non-partisan, hundred-percent patriot, committed to making sure America remains a representative constitutional republic.”
“So…why not sic them onto the Deep State’s hired goons and block their cheating—vote-flipping, stuffing drop boxes with fake ballots…whatever—like your team did in twenty-sixteen? Why the Hell should we sit back and let cheaters run up a fake vote count, unopposed?
“Look, standing on the sideline makes not one damned bit of sense!” he continued, red-faced. “Why should I let The Demented One—who’s cowered in his basement for months, while I’ve been bustin’ my tail campaigning all over the country—eke out a false victory? He’d be an absolute disaster for America!”
Nodding in vigorous agreement, Cobalt pressed on. “You’re absolutely right, boss. Yes, we could step in and block all the overseas and domestic vote-flipping without breaking a sweat. And you’d win this election by millions of votes. Guaranteed. If our supercomputer projections are anywhere close to correct—and ours are light-years better than the fake media’s ‘polls’—you’ll get ten-to-fifteen million more votes than old Joey will. I guarantee the final tally will be the most votes ever cast for an American president. Ever!”
“Then we win by a landslide, and we’ll have another four years to get America back on-track! Just block the damned cheaters!” Trump shouted.
The astute retired officer quietly countered, “And you’ll spend another four years battling a rabid Democrat-owned Congress. A cabal of vicious Deep State bureaucrats. ‘Woke’ corporate execs, and a depraved cartel of international figures bought and paid for by the World Economic Forum, George Soros, Big Tech, and a dozen other billionaire oligarchs. Do you really want to be distracted by endless lawsuits, impeachments, false accusations, and attacks for another four years? And fight a hostile media that’s determined to take you down?
“You’re damned tough, boss, but those jackals will never stop nipping at your tail, wearing you down through endless ‘lawfare’ suits to make sure you can’t finish the job Americans elected you to do. Globalists hate the fact that you disrupted their decades-long campaign to bring the United States to her knees. Naive Marx-lovers won’t stop, until you and millions of smart American patriots are crushed and tossed out of their way.
“And, to be blunt, you’re not as young as you were four years ago…sir. How much longer will you have the energy, the stamina to fight this endless battle?”
Trump glared at his most trusted advisor. “That’s not for you to judge, general.” Still, it was impossible to ignore the truth, when it was in your face. He was tired. Damned tired. And he still had a month of hard campaigning ahead.
“Alright. For the sake of argument,” he growled, “exactly how would election night go down? If I consent to this crackpot deal?”
“Our cyber warriors will surveil and track every vote that’s submitted, counted and transmitted to central election facilities in each state,” Cobalt explained, pointing to a graphic of the United States.
“Hold it! How the Hell is that remotely possible?” the president injected, jabbing a finger at the general’s laptop screen. “Every vote?”
“Sir, our AI systems can do it. They’re coupled with a very complex surveillance network that enables tracking every single poll worker and voting machine.”
“What do you mean by ‘surveil’? How can you spy on millions of individuals in vote-tally centers, let alone monitor communication channels between precincts and central facilities? That’s frappin’ impossible!” Trump threw up his hands in frustrated disgust.
Cobalt smirked and tapped the keyboard, bringing up another graphic. “It IS possible, and our guys proved it, during the primary elections this year, sir! Damned complex, yes; but one of our national labs made an incredible breakthrough in quantum computing and communication that enables ‘monitoring’ every election-related facility in the country.”
“Humor me,” the president grumped. “How?”
Cobalt pursed his lips and stared at the ceiling a long moment, before answering. “We use the electrical power system. Quantum-level signals ride on power lines and any electrical device in a room can ‘monitor’ people’s actions, conversations, and interactions with computers, phones, photocopiers, even reprogrammed Dominic voting machines and—believe it or not—coffee makers. All totally undetectable.”
Trump stared at his most-trusted ally, stunned. “You’re sh…. And AI can sort through terabytes of data to document who’s committing fraudulent acts?”
“Actually, petabytes of data. More than a thousand terabytes. On the fly. Before the 2020 election is decided, our team will have ID’d every dishonorable Deep State bureaucrat and compromised election official in the nation.”
“So why not nail ‘em right then? Arrest and haul these weasels into court, right after the election?”
Cobalt took a deep breath. “Because we have reason to believe the courts won’t take action. Even when presented with iron-clad evidence.”
Trump slammed a fist on the table. “Even the Supremes, I suppose! So, every frappin’ judge in America’s afraid of being targeted by the Left’s damned army of Antifa and BLM thugs? Is that it?”
“Some are, yes. Most are worried about the safety of their families. But we have the means to fix that, sir.” Trump grimaced and rolled his eyes. “Gotta hear me out, sir!” Cobalt pressed on. “Once we’ve sifted through all the data acquired by our AI system—which will ID the worst election-fraud players—we’ll start taking action to hold every one of them accountable. Not only through the thoroughly compromised, corrupted ‘justice’ system, either.”
“What exactly does that mean? I won’t be a party to anything illegal! You, of all people, should know that by now!”
“Sir, trust me. For convoluted reasons—all legal—you do not want to know everything. But I guarantee none of those people will be physically harmed.”
Trump again growled and flicked a hand. “Right! I can read between those wink-wink lines, general. Not physically harmed…?”
“Bottom line, sir,” Cobalt interrupted, anxious to wrap up a conversation he’d dreaded for months, “is this: By allowing the Democialists and their Chinese, Russian, Iranian, and other wicked allies to flip votes from you to Joey—and manufacture millions of fake ballots on election night—we’ll ID and nail every untrustworthy player in their ugly cartel-of-corruption. Then we’ll take care of them. Guaranteed.”
The president wagged his head and sighed. “You know, letting these crooks win will seriously hurt the American people! Sleepy Joe and The Kamel, bolstered by a bought-and-owned Democrat-controlled Congress, will absolutely demolish the American economy. They’ll ram through trillions in needless spending, shut down the entire oil and gas industry, strangle critical producers with stupid ‘equity’ regulations, and force that gawdawful Marxist ‘Green New Deal’ crap down our throats. Out-of-control spending and gutting oil and gas production will spike inflation into the stratosphere. This nation won’t survive four years of Democrat incompetence!”
Cobalt grimaced. “You’re right, of course. History has proven that Democialists are incapable of governing, without screwing up the economy and getting us into senseless wars. But there’s an upside: Three-hundred million Americans will re-discover that woo-woo ideologies flat-out don’t work!
“Slow Joe will pick a circus of incompetent clowns as his Cabinet, based on color, gender, weird proclivities, and whacked-out, unworkable ideas. True, Dems will destroy the American economy—and might even trigger a hot war. In the process, though, the Democrat-Socialist party will destroy itself. A majority of Americans will finally wake up and realize that these self-anointed elites are hopelessly inept, pathetic, anti-Constitution, and anti-freedom America-haters. Then a hundred-million voters will crush the Dems in 2022 and 2024. And you can get on with fixing and saving the nation, sir.”
The president stood and started pacing, head down. Long minutes later, he softly said, “Alright. You’re cleared to launch this cockamamie plan. You have a name for it?”
“DEADFALL. A trap to expose and eliminate corrupt Deep State bureaucrats, particularly those committing election fraud.”
Trump scowled. “I don’t want thousands of election volunteers rounded up and charged with crimes. Hell, most of them won’t know how votes are being flipped or which ballots are fake and which are legitimate.”
“No problem, sir. We’re focused on taking out the big kahunas, the brains behind sophisticated cyber-fraud tools like THUNDER and TOUCHDOWN, software tools our intel services developed to control elections in certain countries. And I guarantee we will wipe out the global cabal that’s committed to destroying America. Actually, destroying the entire Western World.
“When we nail several of the key architects and orchestrators of the most egregious 2020-election fraud—like vote-flipping and changing vote totals, during transmission between reporting precincts and state-level aggregators—we believe the word will travel like wildfire. Scared small-fry fraudsters will get religion and refuse to go along with ‘the program’ in 2022 Midterms.”
“What the…? What a massive leap-of-faith! Sounds like hope, not a fact-based projection,” the president snorted.
“Yeah, it does, sir. But ‘SYBIL,’ our AI system, projects that’s exactly what will occur, however nonintuitive it seems to us mere humans. No guarantees, but SYBIL says thousands of election officials and poll workers worried about going to prison will refuse to go along with Democialist fraud schemes in the 2022 Midterms. Besides, those are common folks who will be fully aware of how the Dems’ irrational policies are harming citizens and their families.”
Trump continued pacing, hands thrust deep in his slacks’ pockets. “The ‘Big Kahunas’ aren’t going to roll over easily. Who are these big-time marionettes and how do you propose to ‘neutralize’ the devils—without killing or harming them?”
The general leaned forward, elbows on knees, before responding. “Sir, it’s complicated, and you probably won’t believe what I’m about to tell you. Because it sounds like bald-face science fiction. But I’ve seen the technology perform and can personally verify it’s valid.
“First, the primary targets we’ve identified are globalist elites. Davos Demons—the carefully selected perfumed princes and princesses who convene in Switzerland and dream up strategies to eliminate freedom, while enriching themselves.”
“I’m well-aware of the Davos crowd of crooks. How about the World Economic Forum and their financial collaborators?” the president asked. He’d stopped pacing.
“The WEF criminals and their international finance lap-dogs are at the top of our list. Together, corrupt bankers are withholding capital from entire business sectors—like oil, natural gas, coal, and firearm producers. And they’re close to instituting two of China’s absolutely repulsive practices: a global digital currency and oppressive social credits system.”
“Got it. Been briefed on both. And I’m on-record saying I’ll never, ever let those disgusting evils be unleashed on the American people,” Trump declared.
“Damn straight, sir!” Cobalt grinned, popping a half-salute. “Secondly, this is how we take these evil-doers off the field: We pinpoint each person’s location via remote viewing. Yes, it sounds like California woo-woo, but the CIA had a very effective RV program for at least fifteen years. It’s only gotten better, since we took it ‘full-black’ when I was…uhh…in certain command positions.”
Trump nodded. He was well-aware of his ally’s deep-black history.
“Wasn’t easy, but we’ve acquired genetic data on most of the globalists. SYBIL predicts virtually all of them will be initial recipients of the new Covid-19 vaccines, even though insiders like Fauci, Gates and drug company execs already know the vax is ineffective and potentially dangerous. Nevertheless, pandemic fears will prompt the elites to get vaccinated ASAP.
“Armed with genetic and vaccination data, by simply exposing those people to what’s called ‘tailored quantum dissociation’ signals, we can make the worst Davos Demons, WEF Wolves and Soros Sickos literally disappear.”
Ignoring the cutesy designations, Trump homed in. “What the hell does ‘disappear’ mean in spook-speak?”
Tight-lipped, the general chose his words carefully. “Transport them to another dimension, sir. They’re still perfectly healthy human beings, but can no longer interact with anybody or anything on this side. What we consider our reality.”
“Good grief,” Trump mumbled. “Sounds like a Star Trek ‘transporter’! You really expect me to swallow that on just your say-so?”
“I had to see it myself, before I believed it possible, sir. Without the techie details, suffice to say that our ‘spook’ scientists and engineers benefited tremendously from Nikolai Tesla’s work and a couple of reverse-engineered vehicles that crashed into New Mexico back in the forties.”
Trump flicked his forehead. “Cripes! Crackpot scientists and flying saucers? Now you’re dragging us into the Twilight Zone!”
“Except this isn’t Hollywood, sir,” Cobalt said. “I’m sure you’ve seen those Navy fighter pilot videos of ‘unidentified aerial phenomena’ and TV shows about Bigfoot, right?” Trump nodded, cracking a half-smile. “Well, how do you suppose big hairy critters literally disappear without a trace? Why haven’t Bigfoot skeletons ever been found? How do UAPs zip off and disappear at warp-six speeds?”
“I have no idea,” Trump smiled.
“They’re both inter-dimensional. They pop in and out of a parallel existence. Sounds absolutely nuts, I know,” the general admitted. “I demanded a demo, and watched a test pilot climb into a special vehicle over here, and an instant later, he was over there. I never saw the vehicle physically move. Time travel? Hell, I don’t know. Maybe. Then the pilot took his craft into another dimension—literally vanished. A few minutes later, while I was picking my jaw off the tarmac, that same vehicle reappeared—behind me! The pilot climbed out, grinning like the proverbial feline.”
“And humans aren’t harmed, flitting between…dimensions? Hard to even spit that out!” the president barked.
“Not at all. Our big-brain spook scientists explain the process as ‘dissociating a person’s essence in this dimension or reality and reassembling it at a different vibration level in another.’
“So…a targeted Davos dude—or dude-ess; gotta be inclusive—will merely shift to another dimension and stay there, until we bring him or her back. Far as their colleagues and family are concerned, the missing individual pulled a ‘John Galt’ and disappeared.”
Trump popped a thumbs-up. “Good old John Galt. Hero of Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged. Dad gave me that book, and it bred a life-long hatred of socialism!”
“Same here, sir. Last key point: While in that other dimension, globalist creeps will be treated to glimpses of the future.” Cobalt flipped up both hands, palms out. “Yeah, yeah, more sci-fi. But I’ve talked to test subjects, who’ve proven future-gazing is undeniably feasible.”
“And what do the Davos Demons see in those crystal balls?” Trump grinned, a caricature of disbelief. He was beginning to wonder about his general.
“Sir, globalist elites will foresee the outcomes of their malevolent, diabolic game-plans—exactly as they would play out here, in our reality. Invariably, their envisioned Utopia is anything but what they envision. When we bring Davos Demons back to this side—say a doofus like Soros—they’re invariably shocked about what’s in store for them and their arrogant cohorts. Suffice to say their futures aren’t pretty. Some are horrific. Why? Because Americans, in particular, won’t tolerate being starved or frozen to ‘Save the Planet’ from a climate change hoax. They’ll fight back, and those who would control the masses will take some major hits. That’s their future, and they’ll see it firsthand.”
Trump glanced at his watch, signaling the briefing was over. “General, you’re cleared to launch DEADFALL. Depending on how this election turns out, I suspect we’ll have much more to discuss.” He clapped Cobalt on the shoulder. “Let’s get one thing straight, though. I’m not going away. If we’re to save America, we have a lot more work ahead of us.”
*********
Late 2022
As the Midterm elections approached, a majority of American voters were hurting and angry. Joe Biden’s canceling of the Keystone Pipeline project, curtailing oil and gas exploration, and ramming through trillions of dollars in gratuitous spending programs had triggered runaway inflation. Costs of food, gasoline, diesel fuel, heating oil, natural gas and day-to-day necessities had climbed to staggering heights. Millions of retirees were stunned to watch their investments and nest eggs shrink by 30-50 percent. Bizarre, out-of-control “educators” routinely confused children about their sexual orientation.
The southern U.S. border was a daily disaster as thousands of illegal aliens stormed into the country. Almost five million invaders from more than 160 nations were allowed to flood into the United States, many lugging staggering amounts of fentanyl and other dangerous drugs.
Democrat-controlled cities across the nation were ravaged by crime, thanks largely to idiotic defund-the-police policies and Soros-funded, pro-criminal district attorneys. Violent criminals arrested in the morning were back on the streets before noon. Grab-and-go robberies by hooded gangs devastated businesses, prompting large companies to move their headquarters to law-abiding states.
Despite these nightmares being front-and-center issues for ordinary American citizens, the Biden-Harris Administration—backed by willfully blind sycophants in a Democrat-controlled Congress and leftist media—ignored facts and routinely claimed all was well. All was not well in America, and voters were expected to express their outrage by sweeping Democrats and anti-Trump Republican RINOs from office.
Since November 2020, cyber warriors had been hard at work, watching and identifying. As the SYBIL supercomputer had predicted, rightfully worried election officials and poll workers refused to go along with outright fraudulent practices, such as “disappearing” ballots mailed from districts known to vote heavily Republican.
Rumors abounded that thousands of immoral, power-hungry senior “officials” supposedly were being afflicted with rapid-onset dementia, forcing them to abandon election-related duties and long-held positions in the Department of Justice, FBI, State Department, Defense Department, and other agencies. Medical experts were baffled, but a few openly suggested Covid vaccinations could be a contributing factor.
POST-ELECTION 2022
Lost in the heated reporting of pre- and post-election news were bewildering reports of Davos regulars disappearing. Offices of the WEF, Soros-funded groups linked to his Open Society and other Foundations and social media giants were eerily quiet. Remaining low-level employees wondered aloud why their high-profile leaders had simply vanished, leaving everything from limousines to business jets behind. Within days, leaderless Fortune 500 companies and massive organizations started unraveling. Unpaid, disenchanted employees cleaned out desks, threw ID badges on the floor and left.
*****
In Florida, Donald J. Trump read a flurry of fresh reports from Cobalt, who was monitoring a crack team of cyber warriors. Election results were encouraging. Well-crafted campaigns by domestic and foreign entities to flip or “weight” votes were routinely thwarted. Repeated attempts to employ THUNDER and TOUCHDOWN had been universally unsuccessful.
Even more amazing, though, were reports from trusted confidantes around the world. Hundreds, at first, then thousands of globalist elites were reported missing in action. They’d simply vanished. As had the worst of Washington’s Deep State corruptocrats. Other swamp critters were in full-blown panic mode, abandoning their offices in droves.
President Trump smiled and thrust a fist skyward. Lady Liberty would survive.