So the best television is the social media platform Telegram. Man, the Wild West of election integrity is the soap opera to end all soap operas.
So the characters are “characters”: eccentric, wild, undisciplined, unpredictable, truthful, deceitful.
Some of the reputable fighters are kind of boring, truth to tell, but perhaps that’s what makes them reputable. People like Matt DePerno, who fought in Antrim case against Dominion and Matt Braynard, who did great work around showing fraud unrelated to the machines and who is now defending the Jan 6th political prisoners.
Other reputable fighters are NOT boring but haven’t done anything suspect. Like Joe Oltmann and Eric Metaxas.
But then you have lawyers Sidney Powell and Lin Wood, the latter is the guy who saved Richard Jewell’s reputation after being unfairly accused of the Atlanta Olympics bombing. Wood was also the lawyer representing the Covington Catholic kid.
And you have Patrick Byrne, author of the “Deep Rig” book and movie.
Finally you have Gen. Michael Flynn.
So a recent dust-up started when Rittenhouse accused Wood of letting him rot in jail for 87 days and not raising the $2m bail fast enough. (Wood’s response is that it’s tough to raise that much in that time frame and if not for him Rittenhouse would’ve served over a year in jail due to trial not starting for 14 months after the shooting.)
Byrne put out a video saying Wood was a kook. Wood said that Byrne had called him, three days ago.
Wood then proceeds to post the entire hour and a half “private” telephone call on social media! The otherwise savvy Byrne got played big time. Along the way, Byrne threw Sidney Powell under the bus, saying she wanted to have sex with Byrne during a couple drunken episodes and now she’s turned all “woman scorned”. Additionally she’s a major grifter, taking in millions for election fraud that is being used only for her personal expenses and defense lawsuits.
Wood is upset that Flynn charges $25k+ for speeches, and that didn’t come more strongly to Wood’s defense over things in the past despite promising to do so, and he was also troubled by a prayer that Flynn said recently at a public event.
Flynn invoked an odd phrase:
“We are your instrument of those sevenfold rays and all your archangels, all of them...We will be the instrument of your will, whatever it is. In your name, and in the name of your legions, we are freeborn, and we shall remain freeborn, and we shall not be enslaved by any foe.”
It’s said that:
Flynn’s prayer bears a striking resemblance to a prayer by Elizabeth Clare Prophet, the now-deceased leader of an anticommunist doomsday cult obsessed with nuclear war. Prophet’s group, the Church Universal and Triumphant, reached its peak in 1990, the year she predicted much of the world would be destroyed in a fiery nuclear exchange between the Soviet Union and the United States. Prophet’s followers flocked to her Montana ranch, building fallout shelters for an apocalypse that never arrived.
...Both prayers mention “legions” and “seven-fold rays,” and are nearly identical in their phrasing.
Weirder and weirder.
Meanwhile the ol’ possum Wood does a victory lap:
I love to see the enemy engage in deflection. Check out Mike Flynn’s Telegram channel. He has turned off his replies. He is trying to talk about issues confronting our nation while totally avoiding an honest discussion of the issues facing him - the occult prayer, the money he charges for speeches, Vernon Jones, Pegasus, and several other troubling issues raised by facts about him.
I admit Mike and Sidney played me for a few months. I had no experience in military psychological operations.
But I am a quick study and I got up to speed as quickly as Jesus intended for me to do so.
I was deceived. Now I am not.
Charm with your stainlessness these nights in Advent, holy spheres,While minds, as meek as beasts,Stay close at home in the sweet hay;And intellects are quieter than the flocks that feed by starlight.–“Advent” by Thomas MertonAmid the general dis-ease, uneasiness, division and frustration that seems to mark so many of our lives now, it seems to me there’s a singular constant: the suspicion, if not outright conviction, that we’re enveloped by narratives, most of them false and many maliciously so, by tales we’re being told from all sides, and that it’s all coming so relentlessly, we don’t have the time or the expertise to tease out fact from fiction, to fight through the narratives to figure out, and most importantly, live in what’s just…real.Can Advent help?Thomas Merton wrote a lot of poetry. A stanza from his poem “Advent” is at the top of this post. You can read the entire poem here. Perhaps sit with it for a minute – even just the verse up at the top there. What the necessary stance for an Advent that’s more than just “preparation?”…minds, as meek as beasts…….close at home….…intellects…quieter than the flocks…Instead of pride, meekness. Instead of endless activity of the spirit, staying still, at home. Instead of noisy striving, quiet.And perhaps in that quiet, away from the narratives, we can hear the truth. Not a truth of later, or someday or the end of time, but the truth of now.