Happy Birthday, Vatic Master!

How fitting that the Vatic Project should come roaring back to life on the late Vatic Master's Birthday!

That "old paranoid bitch" (terms of endearment) must have done a psychological operation on me when I had dinner with her in March 2016 when I learned that she was a Trump supporter. I did not argue with her in her frail condition, kept the disagreement unuttered & internal, and gently pried her into her reasonings and then discussions meandored to other topics. The treatments for her bone cancer made her off her game and her research in Trump, this is my assessment. She said she liked how "Trump spoke his mind." In my mind & unspoken, I countered "what's on his mind that he speaks should be truthful and not so blatantly ignorant."

I am confident that had the Vatic Master run across the allegations of Trump raping a 13 year old 1994 and Trump's affiliation with known pedaphile billionaire, Jeffrey Epstein, [Trump] "I’ve known Jeff for fifteen years. Terrific guy,” Trump booms from a speakerphone. “He’s a lot of fun to be with. It is even said that he likes beautiful women as much as I do, and many of them are on the younger side. No doubt about it — Jeffrey enjoys his social life."

... Had the Vatic Master known the above, she would have no longer been a Trump supporter. She would have published the article "Why The Recently Filed Child Rape Case Against Donald Trump Shouldn’t Be Ignored":

"Did you know that child abuse, rape, and pedophilia are some of the biggest problems that plague the financial elite? There are some very powerful people engaged in what seems to be ritualistic child abuse — whether it be against people in Hollywood, the military, intelligence agencies, or politics, year after year countless lawsuits are filed."

... Or maybe, just maybe, the Vatic Master was being coy at the time, playing the Trump innocent, knowing that I, as her Vatic Clerk, would rise on the blog to address her spirit to convince it (and the world) otherwise on Trump.

Indeed, Trump is taking a page out of the Mel Brooks' comedy "The Producers" where a down-on-his-luck producer and his scheming accountant recognize that a very bad show could be profitable. Trump is putting on a very bad campaign so that half the Republican party jumps ship to Republican-lite Clinton. Clinton wins in a landslide and thereby labels it a mandate (to do the bat-shit that this blog documents every administration doing, NWO, blah, blah, blah). Meanwhile, the RNC settles Trump's personal loans with interest to his campaign and other compensation for putting on an entertaining but losing fight, and leverages this fame into reality shows about politics, Trump style.

No comments: