Never Forgive, Never Forget

Two years ago today, the FBI/DOJ/Deep State theft of the 2020 election was cemented by a “riot” staged by the aforementioned, which they labeled as an “insurrection.” In fact, the insurrection that occurred that they themselves carried out did result in the overthrow of the last vestige of America as founded, such as it was.

Well known pundit and commentator Benjamin Braddock honored me by writing the foreword to my book The End of America: 100 Days That Shook the World..

I present it here in its entirety, in the hopes that you will refer to it in the weeks, months and perhaps years ahead. Whatever the future has in store for us, the greatest crime in American history – the final overthrow of the nation – cannot ever be forgotten or forgiven. And somehow, some way, it must be avenged.

“There are decades where nothing happens; and there are weeks where decades happen.” Vladimir Ilyich Lenin. 

Only 100 days, but they were filled with happenings that would normally take a much longer time to unfold. For decades we have been proverbial frogs in the pot, with the heat increasing at such a slow pace that it went almost unnoticed. But the regime change we just witnessed was like detonating a thermonuclear bomb under the pot. This diary of the first 100 days of the Biden regime captures a valuable historical perspective — that of an intelligent dissident experiencing as it unfolded day by day, with all the turbulent emotions of reacting in realtime — rather than a retrospective account written when all of the connections could be fitted into a single overarching narrative. There is little I could add to the author’s incisive commentary on the first hundred days, so I will just relate my own experience of the events leading up to Day 1. 

As we entered the homestretch of President Trump’s re-election campaign, things were feeling great. Trump had very decisively defeated the lab-engineered virus. While in reality his condition had been quite severe, to the public, he had made it look easy. Always the showman, he returned to the White House as a conquering hero, ripping off his mask and saluting before going inside for a dexamethasone-induced manic tweeting spree. How can you not love the guy? From that point on, you could feel the energy mounting. People in the inner-suburbs started putting up American flags (the alternative to putting up an actual Trump yard sign for those who didn’t want their house vandalized by the DNC’s Antifa shock troops), in the outer suburbs and rural areas the visible support for Trump was completely unlike anything I’ve seen in decades. There were car parades that stretched for miles, boat parades that rivaled the Spanish Armada, the campaign had a festive carnival atmosphere that mirrored the kind of joyous electioneering you see in Latin America (incidentally, the most overlooked factor in Trump’s success among Latinos was that his campaign was fun). His rallies were huge and manic, and social media was completely dominated by his online soldiers. 

Aside from feeling, we also had hard data that showed the narrative being pushed by the mainstream media and their pollsters was completely false. Using polls showing Biden ahead by ~10-20 points in the Rust Belt and ~5 points in red states like Texas, they had built a narrative that Biden was inevitable. But we knew those polls were dead wrong. After the the Summer of Carnage that saw Trump supporters being murdered and bloodied in the streets and republican senators attacked by mobs as they left the Republican National Convention, there wasn’t a Trump voter within 100 miles of a city who was going to tell a stranger over the phone who they were actually voting for. To overcome this issue, Trafalgar Group, Richard Baris, and Rasmussen polling all developed methodology which allowed for polling the election accurately by giving the respondent ways to signal support for Trump while maintaining good opsec. These polls showed Trump was well on his way to a 300+ electoral college win. We also knew going into the final weekend of the campaign that Democrats were well behind their 2016 early vote lead in Arizona, Florida, North Carolina, Wisconsin, and Michigan. Republicans actually beat the Democrats in early voting returns in Michigan and Wisconsin by 2 and 6 points, respectively. We knew this not because of polling — which predicted a wide preference for Biden among early voters (in the same polls that showed him winning Wisconsin and Michigan by 20 and Texas by 5) — but by looking at the reports from state officials which showed the partisan breakdown of voters who had voted early or returned a mail-in ballot. The only state that showed Democrats anywhere near their early voting target was Pennsylvania, but not by enough to overcome Trump’s in-person vote.

Although things looked and felt great on the surface, I couldn’t shake my sense of uneasiness and suspicion. Media spin aside,  the people running Biden’s campaign staff were seasoned and serious, completely unlike the delusional and incompetent sycophants who ran Hillary’s 2016 campaign. Surely they knew what the polling and early vote numbers indicated even if they had somehow missed the energy on the ground. Why wasn’t Biden out campaigning like he had an election to win? He was spending more days at home than he was on the campaign trail. Something wasn’t right.

Along with my gut feeling, there were several clear indicators that a psyop was underway. Major media outlets had been saying for months that this election was going to cause a lot of confusion and chaos because the in-person votes (expected to go for Trump) would be counted earlier in the night, giving Trump the appearance of a lead, which would vanish when the early votes (expected to go for Biden) were finally counted and reported. They were already running predictive programming on the public for the operation that was about to be carried out. And this was not something the media cooked up on it’s own, far from it. They were just running the narrative that was given them by a shadowy organization known as the Transition Integrity Project. The idea that there would be a significant split in the early vote and election day vote was seeded in June 2020, long before voters even considered whether they would be voting early or in-person. As they put it, “The concept of “election night,” is no longer accurate and indeed is dangerous.” 

In September, The Atlantic had ran an article on what would happen if Trump successfully challenged voter fraud and excluded illegal ballots from counting, in it they said “The intent on the left, if it comes to that, is to meet Trump’s demonstrators with overwhelming numbers; the goal is to establish a presence more reminiscent of… the more recent prodemocracy protests in Ukraine and Hong Kong, than of anything in modern American experience.” In other words, the CIA’s color revolution playbook was about to come home to America. Those of us in the Trump campaign orbit were preparing for significant fraud as well as a prolonged occupation of DC by Antifa and the lumpenprole mob. But we assumed that those further up the campaign hierarchy were making similar preparations. After all, Trump had been warning of fraud for months. Surely the top guys had built out a robust operation to ensure the integrity of the vote. In other words, I felt that the shenanigans would be like 2016’s shenanigans on steroids but have the same end result. I was wrong. 

Election night, 7:01pm EST. My first indicator that something was afoot was that 1 minute after polls had closed in Virginia, the state had been called for Biden. Weird. The state had only gone for Hillary by 5 points back in 2016, despite Trump’s state campaign there very publicly imploding and being disbanded a month before the election. This election was different. Trump’s Virginia team had run a solid campaign, there was widespread discontent over Covid restrictions, and internal polling had him within the margin of error. Surely they would wait for some results before calling the race.

Well, results from Virginia did start to come in. And they signaled something shocking. He was over-performing at a level his state campaign had not even mapped out. I thought “If he’s doing this well in a state they called for Biden before any votes were in, he’s going to absolutely clean-up the battlegrounds.” Sure enough, North Carolina and Florida began to report and they showed a red wave of epic proportions. We had lost Miami-Dade County by 30 points back in 2016. Now we were winning it outright (final Miami numbers: 24 point shift to Trump in 4 years).  GNow Ohio comes in, we flip the working-class Democratic bastion of Mahoning County, Trump is running 7 to 14 points ahead of his 2016 margin. Wisconsin starts reporting, we flipped Kenosha County. We’re up big in Georgia, Pennsylvania, Michigan, Wisconsin. Nevada and Arizona are looking tight but solid. 


And then, something happened. 


With hundreds of thousands of votes left to count, Fox News calls Arizona for Biden. WTF? Twitter catches on fire, “Are these people insane?” It was like complete unreality. The liberal networks, AP, New York Times, all of them had Arizona as too close to call. Fox was the President’s network. Were these people on drugs or something? Oh well, it’ll be retracted like Florida in 2000. 


Minutes tick by. Refresh. 10 minutes. Refresh. 20 minutes. Refresh. 30 minutes. Refresh. What’s happening? Why aren’t the vote counts being updated? Trump is still leading in Virginia, looks like Republicans are picking up several house seats there. Looks like a GOP trifecta in House, Senate, and White House. Uh oh, 200,000 votes just got reported in Fairfax County. 99% of them are for Biden. Still no more votes reported from the battlegrounds. Hours creep by. Trump briefly appears and rambles. Still no updates from Georgia, Wisconsin, Michigan, Pennsylvania, Arizona, or Nevada. It’s late, I need to be in fighting shape the next day so I go to bed. Wake up, complete disaster. The observers were thrown out of the vote counting centers in every major city where there were still votes left to count. Reports and footage of vans pulling up and unloading at counting centers at 6am. Even worse, our people on the ground are hardly putting up a fuss. After the summer of love and racial harmony no white Republican wants to stand up to an inner-city bureaucrat and end up as the target of the next social media lynch mob.  Congratulations, you’ve just been psyopped. Because physical wounds heal. 


The media went into overdrive — FoxNews included — saying that Biden had won the election — even as votes were still being counted days later in Pennsylvania (the State Attorney General decided late ballots counted in defiance of state law), Michigan, and other places. I went to work at Trump HQ taking calls on the voter hotline. It was draining work. First of all, there were a lot of Democrats calling to say some truly demented shit. Things like “We’re going to rape every woman in your family and make you watch. Then we’ll kill them in front of you. And then we’ll rape and kill you too.” Most of the volunteers helping take down fraud reports were women ranging from stately older grandmothers to teenage girls. You could tell this sort of thing disturbed them but they soldiered on through the abuse and threats. Rightwing women, God love em. Me, I was quickly coming to the conclusion that it was impossible to live in the same country as libtards and they should all be removed, so to speak. But it wasn’t the harassment calls that hit me hard, it was calls like the one I got from the mother of a dead soldier in Georgia who, after getting a piece of mail from the county registrar addressed to her son,  checked the state website and found that her son had registered and voted by mail despite having been killed in action several years ago in Afghanistan. I left the phone bank room and went to verify it myself with one of our computer geeks who had access to the voting records. There it was on the computer screen, confirmation he had registered and voted, and in the next browser tab over, his obituary in the local paper. I felt like someone had punched me in the gut. 


I continued to work the phones, there were lots of verified reports of stolen ballots from mailboxes, Trump voters showing up at the polls in Pennsylvania only to be told they had already voted early and turned away, machines where the selected candidate was switched when the ballot was printed, a lot of the usual dirty tricks. And then I get a different sort of call. It was from a lady whose neighbor worked for an elections system company and had traveled to one of the crucial battleground states to provide on-site tech support at one of the main counting centers. This lady was out walking with her husband and noticed her neighbor was sitting in a parked car just staring out the windshield. She went over and the neighbor rolled down the window. She welcomed them back and mentioned that they were home from their trip early. They asked “What did you think about the election?” She said that she thought it was terrible and thought the Democrats must have stolen it with ballot harvesting. The neighbor said “It’s even worse than that” and began to explain: 

“When the count was taken at the end of the night, I had recorded the totals from each machine and matched it to the machine serial number. I was told the machines would be locked up until the final tally was officially recorded by the elections official the next morning so I went back to the hotel for some sleep. Upon return, I discovered that the machines had not actually been locked up. I began checking the totals but they didn’t match what they had displayed the night before. The number of votes were the same, but instead showing a strong Trump win as they had at the end of election night, the margin had flipped to a strong Biden win. I reported it to the company and they told me not to breathe a word of it to anyone else and to travel home immediately and wait for further instruction.”

I wrote the account down by hand. We had a web based form system that we normally used to record and organize fraud reports with, but we had been getting hit with DDoS attacks all day and I wasn’t about to let a witness with a red hot smoking gun get Epsteined. I took it to some trustworthy high-level operatives who moved fast to arrange security for the witness and get this story to the top folks on the campaign.   

Back at home, later that night, I’m brushing my teeth and my phone buzzes, I pick up and hear on the other end, “Hey this is Rudy Giuliani, I’m here with Sidney Powell…” I spit out the toothpaste and stand there for a few seconds having a flashback to the aftermath of 9/11.

From then until January 6th I had held out some hope that the wrong would be righted. But the first mistake of Trump’s administration would come back to haunt him as it had so many times during those four years. You’re only as strong as the people you surround yourself with, and Trump was surrounded by spineless lizard people, deluded midwits, and outright traitors. He was fond of quoting a poem, The Snake. If only he had took it to heart. As the snake says to the women he bit after she brought him into her house, saving him from the cold, “You knew damn well I was a snake before you took me in.” Such goes for the long line of snakes Trump brought into the White House: Henry McMaster, Reince  Priebus, Gina Haspel, Mike Kelly, James Mattis, John Bolton, Rex Tillerson, Mike Pompeo, Mark Meadows…the list goes on. 

The fundamental problem was this. The most extensive and inclusive voter fraud organization in the history of American politics had just ran the op. And it wasn’t just run of the mill ballot box stuffing or dead people voting either. Time Magazine ran a story The Secret History of the Shadow Campaign That Saved the 2020 Election where they laid out some of the contours of this vast operation:

“There was a conspiracy unfolding behind the scenes, one that both curtailed the protests and coordinated the resistance from CEOs. Both surprises were the result of an informal alliance between left-wing activists and business titans…The handshake between business and labor was just one component of a vast, cross-partisan campaign to protect the election–an extraordinary shadow effort dedicated not to winning the vote but to ensuring it would be free and fair, credible and uncorrupted…Their work touched every aspect of the election. They got states to change voting systems and laws and helped secure hundreds of millions in public and private funding. They fended off voter-suppression lawsuits, recruited armies of poll workers and got millions of people to vote by mail for the first time. They successfully pressured social media companies to take a harder line against disinformation and used data-driven strategies to fight viral smears. They executed national public-awareness campaigns that helped Americans understand how the vote count would unfold over days or weeks, preventing Trumps conspiracy theories and false claims of victory from getting more traction. After Election Day, they monitored every pressure point to ensure that Trump could not overturn the result. The untold story of the election is the thousands of people of both parties who accomplished the triumph of American democracy at its very foundation,” says Norm Eisen, a prominent lawyer and former Obama Administration official who recruited Republicans and Democrats to the board of the Voter Protection Program.”


Talk about saying the quiet part out loud. Corporate power, social media censorship, a wall to wall propaganda machine (that included FoxNews), an army of lawyers and crooked judges who illegally suspended election laws, this thing was a leviathan. And there was another layer too. The voting machines themselves were compromised. Some of them were connected to the internet, some of them had stuxnet type programming buried deep within the machines. China, Venezuela, and Cuba played an active role in cyber warfare and hacking. And there was proof. Mil intel had these guys dead in the water. But Trump’s closest advisors acted as an airlock to prevent him from being briefed on it in time to mount an effective response. They were either in on it or burying their heads in the sand, not wanting to come to terms with the reality that America was in the midst of a communist revolution. People who tried to get word to Trump of the size and scale of the fraud had their White House access cut off. The weeks dragged by. The Supreme Court declined to hear a case brought by Texas and joined by Alabama, Arkansas, Florida, Indiana, Kansas, Louisiana, Mississippi, Montana, Nebraska, North Dakota, Oklahoma, South Carolina, South Dakota, Tennessee, Utah and West Virginia. All three justices that  Trump nominated voted against taking the case. The only two who had the guts to say “Yes, we should take a case that is brought by over a third of the American States” were Justices Thomas and Alito — Bush judges. Oh the irony. As the January 6th Electoral College vote count drew ever closer, one last constitutional Hail Mary remained. Members of Congress could object to the electors sent by states where the fraud changed the outcome of the state’s vote and the vice-president as the presiding officer could reject those slates of electors. 

January 6. An enormous crowd of Americans stood on the ellipse in front of the White House. The President was late. Pence had just told him that he would not use his power to reject votes from the states where the fraud occurred. When he finally got up he gave a rambling diatribe. Meanwhile, during the speech Pence had released a letter explaining that he was caving. Folks in the crowd started seeing the news on their phones. Some began to head for the Capitol to protest. Before they could get there, a vanguard of agent provocateurs had already began to smash their way in. By the time most of the regular Trump supporters had arrived, the Capitol Police were welcoming people in as if it was a normal day of visits by tourists. Most of the people behaved as if they were on an unguided tour. Who can forget the photo of the sweet old granny with her little American flag, looking around in awe at the magnificent building? 

It was a trap. But one that was only partially successful. Trump posted a video to his social media accounts urging people to “go home in peace”. The crowd began to thin and leave. Most of the people who came to DC for the rally had not even been in the vicinity of the Capitol. Most who did treated it as a lark. There was no insurrection. An actual insurrection would have involved heads on pikes and a new revolutionary government established on the spot. The only tragedy that occurred was the murder of Ashli Babbit, an American patriot and veteran who did not endanger anyone. She merely climbed through a window. It was a simulation. But as a simulation it did have enormous power, because it showed that the mechanics of American government are also a simulation. “They have desecrated the Sacred Temple of Democracy” the donkeys brayed. No, the sacred temple was turned into a cheap whorehouse long ago. To desecrate implies that there was something sacred. All modern experience tells us otherwise. Unless your idea of holiness involves bailing out Wall St’s reckless gambles with money you extract from the sweat of decent Americans, or approving NIH budgets which are then used to manufacture chimeric bioweapons that kill more of your own people than all foreign wars combined. 

It was Trump’s admonishment to go home in peace that was the straw that broke the camel’s back. Twitter and Facebook took down the video and locked Trump’s accounts. That’s right, after years of shitposting and threatening to annihilate entire countries, the President of the United States was kicked off the internet for telling people to go home in peace. Why? Because going home peacefully before nightfall was never part of the plan. The FBI had something far more bloody in mind. As night fell on the capitol, the black bloc paramilitary shock troops were to be deployed. The end of the siege would be Carthaginian in its destruction, which would then give license to a broad-spectrum crackdown. As bad as it all was, Trump’s last move as President blunted their plans to an extent. So they had to silence him. 

This was the moment I knew that the last traces of the ancien regime in America was truly dead and buried. The first step of any successful coup is to seize control of the leader’s communications. In a rapid and coordinated succession of announcements, all social media platforms disabled his ability to communicate to the American people. Even Pinterest banned him. It all was shockingly anticlimactic, almost boring in its execution. “This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, but a whimper.” – T.S. Eliot

The system can tolerate many things. It can handle months of riots, domestic unrest, murder in the streets, a complete shut down of normal life in the name of social hygiene. But it cannot tolerate being mocked. The federal law enforcement organs that only months earlier bent their knee to domestic terrorists finally leapt into action. Someone had dared to confront the rulers in a way that was a threat — by exposing their weakness and absurdity. Their power is derived solely from the rest of us behaving as if they have it. If all non-politicians just decided that these people no longer mattered they would disappear overnight. The image of panicked congressmen and congresswomen hiding under desks, clutching each other in terror that the people they betrayed might be there to carry out their just vengeance, this shattered the illusion. The response to this was to be overwhelming, to rebuild the dreamworld in which you are supposed to care about what these people think and do. And the Feds didn’t have to do this alone, a vast sea of snitches rose up to rat out anyone they saw there. Daughters reported their mothers, fathers reported sons, brothers turned in each other. It is not normal to choose an abstract political concept over your own flesh and blood. At least in Soviet Union the snitches usually did so for some personal or material gain. In America they do it for social media clout. 

Much of the continued hysteria over the self-guided Capitol tours is motivated by sheer jealousy. Libtards love protest culture, Pink pussy hats. Madonna baring her innermost desire to bomb the White House to a crowd of hysterical female incels. Occupying the Sacred Temple of Democracy during the Kavanaugh hearings and threatening Senators in the corridors. Burning down Wendy’s just because. Looting Target. Smashing up small businesses that will never pay out. Four years of constant protest, all of it fake and gay. And then Trump’s supporters show up and put on a visual spectacle of epic proportions. It was cool and edgy and fresh. Whereas lib protests are all derivative of earlier protests — an interrupted pattern of the same tired slogans and tactics that stretch all the way back to the 60s — here was something new and exciting, and the libs continue to whine and complain about it because they will never do anything half as cool. 

The book you are about to read chronicles the first 100 days of the new regime, laying bare the absurdity and insanity the way it deserves: through a vital mix of scorn, mockery, and moral gravity. I trust that you will enjoy it much as I have, and take to heart it’s central theme: that we are now living under a much different and dystopian system than before, and we must act accordingly. As I write this, over half a year since Jan. 6th, political prisoners continue to be tortured in the DC Lubyanka. Our system is not unlike that of the Soviet Union. As a friend of mine observed, “America spent 50 years fighting the Soviet Union just to become a gay and retarded version of it.” Take to heart the hard-learned lessons of the dissidents who went through that hell:

And how we burned in the camps later, thinking: What would things have been like if every Security operative, when he went out at night to make an arrest, had been uncertain whether he would return alive and had to say good-bye to his family? Or if, during periods of mass arrests, as for example in Leningrad, when they arrested a quarter of the entire city, people had not simply sat there in their lairs, paling with terror at every bang of the downstairs door and at every step on the staircase, but had understood they had nothing left to lose and had boldly set up in the downstairs hall an ambush of half a dozen people with axes, hammers, pokers, or whatever else was at hand?… The Organs would very quickly have suffered a shortage of officers and transport and, notwithstanding all of Stalin’s thirst, the cursed machine would have ground to a halt! If…if…We didn’t love freedom enough. And even more – we had no awareness of the real situation…. We purely and simply deserved everything that happened afterward.” — Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn, The Gulag Archipelago. 

You must love freedom enough, and you must make yourself aware of the real situation. Use this book as a starting point, it will help you begin to grasp the nature of the leviathan we now face. 

 — Ben Braddock

3 comments to “Never Forgive, Never Forget”
  1. If you can read this without clenching your teeth in red rage so hard it makes your jaw ache, you’re either a far better man than I, or a complete and total moron. Brilliant work, Ben. And JJ too, as always.

  2. J.J.,

    This forward is profound and really strikes home. I had no doubt that the election was stolen outright when it happened and I would bet my life on it today. I read your morning report every day and it is my main source of news and information. I can’t even watch mainstream media anymore because I can’t stand the outright lies that emanate from the news readers.

    I will buy your book, read it and keep it prominently displayed in my office library as a grim and stark reminder that our Freedom and Liberty are at stake and people are giving it away for nothing. I took a sacred oath when I joined the military in June 1984 and I am still obligated to fulfill that oath to my last breath.

  3. We will never forget, JJ, and those of us still standing DO love freedom enough. We went downrange on behalf of freedom in other lands and will do so here if necessary.

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