Plotting Retribution Kayfabe

Assassins, terrorists, and vigilantes, through a lens darkly.

For now we see through a glass, darkly; but then face to face: now I know in part; but then shall I know even as also I am known.

Corinthians 13:12

There have been eleven attempted assassinations of American presidents since the nation’s founding. Only four have been successful. There have been two attempted assassinations of former presidents—Teddy Roosevelt and Donald Trump.

Every assassination has myths and legends that orbit the event, usually around the shooter and their motives. These “myths” are recycled through the years as fodder for ‘conspiracy theorists’ also known as modern-day savants and experts at pattern recognition utilizing common sense and reason. The beauty of conspiracy theorizing around shooting events is that one never needs to be right in their theories to know the official narrative is still a lie.

The gun, a backpack, a manifesto.

A cropped Life magazine cover photo of a Russian patsy.

Professor Plum, in the billiard room, with the candlestick.

Perfectly intact “Al-Qaeda” passports in the ruble heap of two 1400-foot towers turned to dust.

Two assassins, months apart, appear in a Blackrock commercial, and the other in a pro-Ukrainan “Save Azov” propaganda video.

Two “truck terrorists” both trained at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, home of the Pentagon’s psych warfare apparatus are activated on New Year’s Day hours apart. Both have manifestos. “Truck Terrorist #2” at Trump Tower in Las Vegas who was alive at the time his truck detonated (though the official story says he shot himself in the head before) references Chinese submarines off the coast of New York launching drones with “gravitic propulsion systems” which are the “greatest threat to U.S. national security.”

Who’s ready for Project Blue Beam?

A dutiful NY Post “journalist” is given a tour of “truck terrorist #1’s” home the next day in Houston by the FBI. It’s so perfectly staged with an oversized Quran on the mantle, a prayer rug in the corner, and Palestinian kufiya flawlessly dangling from his wardrobe. But somehow the FBI forgot to get his laptop, which is still sitting atop his “bomb-making workstation.” 🤡

Rinse. Repeat. Welcome to Assassination and Terror Kayfabe.

Luigi!

Si Mario?

Why ah you lift the mask ah and show la ragazza your face inside the Starbuck?

Mario, you no understand, la ragazza era così bella!