Jon Rappoport

Apr 18, 2025

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I’m not supposed to say this. I know.

I’m supposed to detail the highest and deepest conspiracies and imply they can’t be solved. Then people smile, nod, and we’re all good.

But I’m not doing that. And if you go back and read my work from past years, you’ll see I’ve never done that.

Here I’m naming names. These three men in the headline—is it possible they may have done something wrong at one time or another? And now they would be open to criticism from sleuths? I don’t give a damn.

All I know is, their firebrands. They take no prisoners. They’re too to handle for most people. Good. Very good.

So I’m going to paint a scene for you. Not a scene that’s about to happen—but one that should happen. So we all know what needs to be done. What must be done. If we have a chance of winning.

Down on the ground, where reality counts.

Here we go:

Kennedy sits in a room at HHS. He has a Chief Slapper. The Slapper slaps him upside his head until he suddenly comes awake, and says, WHAT THE HELL WAS I THINKING?

Boom. Now he’s ready. Bannon, Levin, and Gaetz sit in front of him.

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