Hierarchy--a chart of who's who in this run-up to the end, to whit: the god of this world, his Illuminati puppets, their dimocrat dupes, the communist media, and the useful idiots who make it all possible. The strobe light routine of these grinning anchors is well established for their unthinking clientele: the obligatory Trump bash, the climate change innuendo, and the fluffy human interest story. Look at the cute baby seals; ignore the Epstein-Clinton pedophile scandal; there's no DOJ noose tightening around deep state traitors like Orr and Comey.

Loudly braying the anti-gun mantra of these false flag architects, Rolling Stone calls for repeal of the second amendment. Disarmament must always precede civil war. But in a poor display of coordination, ultra liberal ESPN pulled a trailer for a film about liberals shooting conservatives for sport. The comic irony has escaped the film's writers: outnumbered liberal cowards would quickly learn the error of such a stunt.

Strong delusion, as prophesied, has set in. The CEO of Gillette has no regrets about his transgender ads costing him eight billion in revenue. Antifa fascists in New York post flyers demanding concentration camp for conservatives. Third world California deepens its indoctrination of pre-schoolers into the homosexual and Islamic agendas. Clowns making balloon animals give way to drag queen story hours. Unless these innocents are spared by an event known as the Blessed Hope, they face a dismal graduation day as card-carrying dimocrats, the latest settlers in a crowded place called The Twilight Zone.