>>12693234 Patrick Byrne confessional
I think Patrick makes assumptions and presumptions that are skewed to develop his emotional plea, and prove how right he is. Also his assumptions about race relations is bonkers, he's never researched or seen all the laws, EOs and events to include and serve the black/hispanic population. Before this during the election fraud he was stating how brilliant POTUS was, what's different now? He'll find out
DRAFT 1.0 – THE INSIDE STORY OF THE STEAL
January 23, 2021 4 min read
Preface
I had a ringside seat to election events from November 3, 2019 to January 6, 2021, and feel a duty to explain to the world what really happened. I will not be regurgitating the headline events anyone can read, but will aim to explain what was going on behind the scenes, and give my best account of why things played out as they did.
Out of an interest in not letting the public suffer any longer from my procrastination and weakness (I tested negative today after a 13-day bout with Covid) , I will be writing and publishing this story in installments, reserving the right to re-edit as I go. Once complete and final, I will let the public know that it is final. Thus, you might think of this exercise as an odd one, where I am drafting a long magazine article for the world but doing so publicly, that the public need not wait to begin having its understandable curiosity addressed.
It will be natural for the reader to question my motives, my background, to wonder if I have some ax to grind or might wish to accomplish something in writing this other than what I claim (that I simply feel a duty to my country and to history to give an honest account of what I saw over those nine weeks). So I will close this preface with four short statements that may clarify to some from where I am coming from philosophically.
My own family’s history is one of the Horatio Alger dream.... Donald J. Trump is the living embodiment of everything I was raised to understand was wrong about rich people in America..
On the other hand, I agree with about 80% of Trump’s policy positions. Our nation is supposed to embody “consent of the governed”, and I do not remember “the governed” ever agreeing to disbanding our borders, or signing up for forever-wars, or outsourcing our middle class to China. I remember our elites doing that, but not the governed. So I agree with a lot of Trump’s policy direction, but still fault him for one big thing: he should have made race relations more central to his presidency. And I am not sure that he did not, on occasion, tickle racist sentiments deliberately.
While I have tried to maintain a position of being Left-friendly in life, and was even at times Left-curious, I confess that at this point I find the overwhelming majority of activist Democrats to be intellectually dishonest phonies, lacking in the most fundamental understanding of what made our republic work and how to fix it, and am disgusted by the Goonism they have embraced as a political creed. In my eyes most Left Democrats are one step above loathsome, and not a big step.
Having been inside this election fraud issue for months, having gotten to know the best brains in it, professors and technologists and computer scientists, the best estimate that I have heard comes from one of them: Donald Trump probably got 79 million votes and Joe Biden got 68 million votes. Through chicanery Trump ended up with 74 million, Biden with 80 million. The professor in question may not be exactly right, but his numbers do convey my rough sense of the magnitude of the theft of this presidential election.
This election steal should have been child’s play to reveal and reverse. On December 23, President Trump and I spent 4.5 hours together, and I let him know that defeating it was a 3-foot putt (I’ve never golfed a hole in my life, but I figured the metaphor might speak to him). His team was pursuing a 40 foot shot from the sand trap that they needed to sink, but if he would just listen to Flynn, Sidney, and me there was an easy 3 foot putt he was not seeing. Somehow over the course of that 4+ hour meeting there came a moment that I felt something much different for Donald J. Trump than I had expected I would feel, something that made me want to go put my arm around the man and give him a long squeeze of reassurance. What was it I felt? I’m still not sure: Commiseration for a broken man? A kind of love? Or just deep sadness, that I could see he understood he was failing on the most colossal of scales, he was losing, but he could not put the pieces together himself anymore. Yet it was child’s play to defeat. I wanted to scold him and weep for him at the same time.
So that is where I am coming from. Enjoy the story. I won’t enjoy writing it but I owe it to you.
Your humble servant,
Patrick M. Byrne