CROOKS, COVER UP, FBI LIES, AND NO DNA

BUGSY MALONE'S DETECTIVE FILES 1:

CROOKS, COVER-UPS, FBI LIES, NO DNA 

CASE NUMBER:  001

August 8, 2024

INCIDENT DETAILS

DATE:  July 13, 2024

LOCATION:  Butler County Fairgrounds, Connoquenessing Township, near Butler, Pennsylvania

VICTIM:  Donald J. Trump, former President of the United States and Republican Party presidential candidate

ASSAILANT:  Thomas Matthew Crooks (deceased)

WEAPON:  AR-15 style rifle

VICTIMS:

Trump: Wounded in the upper right ear

An audience member: Deceased

Two other individuals: Seriously injured

DETECTIVE'S BRIEFING:

I’ve seen a lot in my time, but nothing quite like this. When a sniper's bullet narrowly missed Donald Trump, the shock wasn’t just in the near-miss—it was in the eerie silence from the very agencies meant to protect him. The question I’m left with, is simple: 

Could this be a case of silence as a cover-up for a presidential assassination attempt?

Bugsy Malone asking tough questions, like, "Where did I put my lighter?"

When I was handed the case, it felt like opening a Pandora’s box with a note attached saying, “Proceed with caution.” And boy, was that note right on the money. The scene was set: a high-security breach that, according to official statements, happened outside the security perimeter, ONE HUNDRED FORTY YARDS AWAY! Not much of a security perimeter, if you ask me.

Imagine claiming that a shark can't reach you because you are standing ankle-deep in the water at the beach.  The reality is, you are still in the danger zone and far too close for comfort.  It's like saying you are safe from a missile strike from Cuba, while you are in Miami.  Some advanced sniper rifles can reach up to 2,000 yards, so to claim that 140 yards is outside the security perimeter is not just laughable, it is deeply irresponsible.

It's like putting up a flimsy curtain and calling it a fortress!!  This seems like a case for an intelligent detective with at least the education of a fifth grader to solve this case, making me more than capable. 

 

"In a Distorted World, you got to stand up straight!"

The name’s Bugsy Malone, and when it comes to seeing through fog and deceit, I’m your guy. This case was no exception—except for the high stakes and the colorful characters involved. Picture this, on July 13, 2024, a Friday the 13 that is, a lone sniper perched on a rooftop, a would-be assassin with the nerve of a cat burglar in a jewelry store. It wasn’t just another rally; it was an audacious attempt on the life of none other than Donald J. Trump.

The idea that the agencies, sworn to protect the president, might be complicit in his assassination is a chilling one. But in the world, I work in, no scenario is too far-fetched.

"Serious faces hide more than just bruises—they hide agendas."

Think of it like this: If you’re running a con and want to keep it under wraps, you don’t just silence the witnesses—you make sure everyone plays along. If these agencies were involved in a plot, the silence from them isn’t just suspicious—it’s expected.

When the official story is as thin as paper, it’s time to look for the hidden chapters. What’s being hidden behind the curtain of silence? Were there key players who knew about the attempt and chose to keep their lips sealed? If so, what does that mean for the safety of our leaders?

In my experience, cover-ups are like peeling an onion—every layer reveals another set of secrets. The silence from these agencies could be the top layer, hiding a far more sinister truth beneath.

"Controlled silence in a crowd tells a story of its own."

Whether you’re a detective or just someone trying to make sense of the world, the lesson remains the same: When the silence is loud and the response is cold, it’s time to dig deeper.  

"It’s time to pop the hood and see what’s really driving this mystery."

DETAILED CASE ANALYSIS:

They say Crooks, Thomas Matthew Crooks, had it all planned out. The kid was smoother than a greased pig in a county fair. He managed to climb a building with a ladder, all without anyone batting an eyelash. That’s the hand they’re playing. But let me tell you, I've seen circus clowns pull off less complicated stunts. The true gamble? Are we sharp enough to call their bluff, or just another fool in their game?

"The chase is never fair when you’re always one step ahead."

So, there he was, perched on that rooftop like a vulture eyeing its next meal. The Secret Service had him in their scopes, fingers itching to pull the trigger. But here's the kicker—they had orders to stand down they say. Yeah, you heard me right. They say they had to wait until Crooks took his shot. 

ITS LIKE HANDING A CAR THIEF THE KEYS TO YOUR CAR AND THEN CONFUSED WHEN YOUR RIDE VANISHES. 

Makes you wonder who's really pulling the strings.

The timeline of the assassination attempt on Donald Trump reveals significant lapses in the Secret Service's response, raising questions about their protocols and effectiveness. Here's a detailed breakdown of the events based on the information provided:

Timeline of Events

4:53 p.m. Suspicious Person Identified 

"Kids these days, redefining what it means to be 'suspicious'."

Reports tell us that the Butler Township Police were the first to spot Thomas Matthew Crooks, and let’s just say, he wasn’t blending into the crowd. With a rangefinder slung over his shoulder and a backpack packed like he’s setting off on a cross-country trek, Crooks was a walking billboard for suspicion. Think of it like spotting a shark in the neighborhood pool, clearly out of place and raising red flags.

A rangefinder is like a high-tech calculator for snipers—it measures how far away their target is so they can make sure their shot lands exactly where they want it. It's not something you casually carry around at a presidential rally unless you're planning to turn a political event into a shooting range. It’s like noticing a helicopter in a parking lot—completely unexpected and making you wonder if something major is about to unfold.

But here’s where the plot thickens, and the wheels start coming off the wagon. Despite this glaring red flag being raised a full hour before the gunshots, the Secret Service didn’t catch wind of it until a sluggish 30 minutes later. It’s like trying to dial 911 with a rotary phone in an emergency—by the time the call connects, it’s too late. This delay meant that a vital window for intervention slammed shut before it even creaked open.

The rangefinder and backpack should’ve set off alarm bells loud enough to wake the dead. Instead, the response lagged like a Wi-Fi signal in the middle of nowhere, and Crooks had all the time he needed to get his deadly setup into place.

"Who knew political events could be so rugged?"

This delay in communication is more than just an inconvenience—it hints at serious gaps in the coordination between agencies.

To add another layer to this mystery, the media coverage has been anything but clear-cut.

As of now, specific names of the officers or direct confirmation from the Butler Township Police Department have not been widely reported in the media. This is because the media reports come from various news outlets that get their reports from "Anonymous. "

5:23 p.m. Information Passed to State Police 

So, the state police get a tip about a suspicious character, but guess what? The big mystery of who first rang the alarm bell remains as elusive as a ghost. Apparently, the details are shrouded in the same veil of anonymity that makes one wonder if the reporters are playing hide and seek.

"Who needs truth when you have Magic?"

NBC News, with its crystal ball of anonymous reports, tells us that the suspicious person—later dubbed Thomas Crooks—was flagged by none other than the rallygoers themselves. Yes, the same folks who were just trying to catch a glimpse of Trump were suddenly moonlighting as amateur detectives. Local police apparently got the memo from these eagle-eyed attendees, but the official who passed the word along? Still a mystery.

But here’s where it gets messy: some reports say local cops spotted Crooks with his backpack and rangefinder and passed the info to the state police. Others claim the rallygoers tipped off the local police, who then relayed the message.

"Is that a security threat or is it just the latest in rally fashion?"

In the end, the details are so muddled and anonymous that it’s hard to know exactly what happened.

The heavy dependence on anonymous sources and the glaring absence of clear, official statements have given us a real masterclass in confusion. It’s like trying to solve a mystery where the clues keep changing every time you look away.

NBC News has graciously reported multiple versions of the events, adding a delightful layer of chaos. It’s almost like they’re playing a game of “Guess What Really Happened” with the public. And of course, when NBC drops a story, other outlets eagerly hop on the bandwagon, often with as much accuracy as a broken compass. This ensures that conflicting information spreads faster than you can say “anonymous sources.

"When you have to keep a straight face!"

5:51 p.m. Information Relayed to Secret Service

SHOCKINGLY, according to Fox News who also used anonymous sources because no agency had the decency to make an official statement, the state police supposedly handed off crucial information to the Secret Service. There was a nine-minute window before Trump took the stage and an 18-minute window before the shots were fired—plenty of time to track down and neutralize the threat, right?

"Fox news, so controversial, even the anchors choose to be anonymous!"

Typically, law enforcement and Secret Service use synchronized communication frequencies and channels to ensure real-time coordination and quick responses to any security concerns. But instead, we’re met with radio silence from every agency involved. This isn’t just a communication blunder; it’s a full-scale dereliction of duty. 

Imagine in this high-tech world we live in, one was sending telegrams, while the other was using jammed up instant messaging.

This isn’t a minor oversight; it’s a colossal failure that leaves us drifting in a sea of speculation with no rescue in sight. When our institutions fail to speak up, it’s not just frustrating—it’s a full-blown betrayal, a violation of the sacred agreement between the governed and those in power.

5:53 p.m. Secret Service Notifies Snipers

NBC News broke the story that the Secret Service allegedly alerted its snipers at 5:53 p.m. But, of course, this juicy tidbit came from the shadowy world of “anonymous sources.” When it comes to crucial information, it seems the preferred method is to stay hidden behind a cloak of secrecy.

"Secret Service have their lips zipped, on this one!"

This spy novel routine only magnifies the publics frustration and doubt. In a time when transparency should be the norm, we’re instead served a dish of covert whispers and half-truths. It’s a stark reminder that when vital details are kept under wraps, all we’re left with is a swirling fog of uncertainty and suspicion.

6:02 p.m. Trump Takes the Stage 

Donald Trump begins his rally.

6:09 p.m. Gunman Spotted by Rallygoers 

Attendees spotted a gunman perched on a rooftop less than 500 feet from Trump. They noticed WALDO before he even fired, hinting that a quicker response from security might have stopped the threat.

"The crowd had the right idea; the police were left with the wrong one."

And here’s the kicker: the real heroes weren’t the officials but the everyday folks with their smartphones. Their video footage has turned out to be our most reliable source of truth amid the official fog. So, while the LAW were busy twiddling their thumbs, it was the public's cameras that sliced through the chaos and brought some much-needed clarity to the mess. Imagine that—a bunch of ordinary people outsmarting the so-called experts!

6:11 p.m. Shots Fired 

"Hmmm. Where was Waldo?"

The suspect, or Waldo, that law enforcement could not spot, managed to fire off eight shots despite being in the snipers’ crosshairs. Imagine this: an assassin on a rooftop, tagged as a threat, with snipers zeroed in on him like hawks eyeing a field mouse. But somehow, Crooks manages to squeeze off eight rounds. What’s the deal?

If the snipers had him in their scopes, they were locked and loaded. Yet Crooks got off eight shots.

Eight shell casings found on the rooftop as verified by FBI. It’s clear that Crooks had all the time in the world to unload his weapon before anyone took a shot. It's like a lifeguard watching 8 individuals drown before jumping in to save anyone. 

If snipers were watching him like hawks, why was it so hard to take him off of the roof? The snipers should have acted fast, not waited for the green light like they were waiting for an all-clear from a traffic cop in a jam.

The fact that he fired eight rounds and the snipers did nothing highlights a colossal screw-up. Picture having a fire blaring in your house and the firefighters taking their sweet time to roll up, only to be told they can’t start putting out the flames until they get the official go-ahead. That’s the level of delay we’re talking about.

In a nutshell, Crooks managed to get off those eight shots because someone dropped the ball—big time. It wasn’t just a minor hiccup; it was a full-blown disaster in security planning. How did he manage to fire so many rounds with snipers already on him? It’s like letting a lion roam free in a petting zoo while everyone watches in disbelief.

Snipers Neutralize Threat

Secret Service snipers kill Crooks immediately after he fired his eight shot.

As the shots rang out, the Secret Service finally got the green light. They took Crooks down before he hit his target, but the whole scene reeked of a setup. Like a bad movie where you know the plot twist but can't look away.

So here I am, knee-deep in this mess, piecing together the puzzle like a kid with a box of crayons connecting the dots in a coloring book. Every detail, every action, every twist in this story reeks of something far more sinister than just a botched security detail. The media's spinning their wheels, dishing out their usual lines of nonsense, and I'm left with the task of connecting the dots.

Let me break it down from my perspective. We’re dealing with Thomas Matthew Crooks, a 20-year-old kid who managed to pull off a stunt that should’ve been impossible. This kid not only managed to bypass three different agencies but also scaled a rooftop that put him practically in the President's lap. We’re talking about a position so close that he might as well have been waving a “Hello” flag. And guess what? He wasn’t just spotted; he was seen by civilians. That’s right—civilians, not the so-called Secret Service, and law enforcement who are supposed to be keeping an eye out for this kind of thing.

"When you’re on the VIP list, the rooftop access comes free"

You have to ask yourself, because, well, there is no one else to ask, how the hell does Crooks manage to vanish from the law as he sets up his sniper position? It’s like watching a magician pull off a trick so good you’re left wondering if he can transport himself in midair. The dude climbs up, sets up his gear, and nobody notices? That’s not just a failure; it’s an epic level of negligence. Either the cops are asleep on the job or they’re too busy arguing over their own job descriptions to actually do any real work.

Meanwhile, regular folks, who probably don’t even know how to spell “surveillance,” are pointing out Crooks’ location and trying to get the authorities involved. But what happens? The cops are so tangled up in their own ability of avoiding responsibility, that they can’t even get their act together. It’s like watching a customer service rep who’s more interested in their coffee break than actually helping you. The whole system is a joke, and the punchline is that the public is left not getting the humor.

Crooks fired off eight shots before anyone even bothered to stop him. It’s like letting a kid with a loaded gun run amok in a playground and then scratching your head when things go sideways.

Here’s where the picture gets even murkier. We’re told the Secret Service and local law enforcement knew about Crooks. The kid was spotted with a rangefinder, which is like walking into a jewelry store with a sledgehammer and expecting no one to notice. This gadget’s not your average tool; it’s a key player for precision shots and should have screamed “danger” louder than a fire alarm at a disco.

We’re supposed to swallow this whole narrative without questioning how a known suspicious character could bypass not one, not two, but three layers of security. If you buy this story then stay tuned, I have a catalog of items for you to purchase, like the Brooklyn Bridge. I'll even throw in the Statue of Liberty to really hook you up. If this isn’t a red flag waving in our faces, I don’t know what is. The real question isn’t about how a kid made it onto a rooftop—it’s why the system was so eager to let it all go down.

"When the FBI denies ladders but reality shows otherwise!"

Let me add, this wasn’t just any rooftop. It was THE ROOFTOP—the prime position that any halfway decent security plan would have covered like a hawk. We’re talking about a position that offered a clear, uninterrupted line of fire. It’s like setting up a sniper’s nest with neon signs pointing to it and then acting shocked when someone uses it.

Let’s not kid ourselves. This wasn’t a simple mistake or a minor oversight. This was a massive, blaring failure to act. They allowed a situation to unfold where a 20-year-old could climb to a position with a direct line of fire and start shooting before anyone did anything about it.

The security lapses are so glaring they might as well be on billboards. They dropped the ball so badly you’d think they were trying to invent a new sport—“Extreme Incompetence.” The question isn’t how Crooks managed to take those shots—it’s why nobody bothered to stop him when the signs were screaming "danger." This was a setup, plain and simple.

 The real question isn’t how a kid made it onto that rooftop—it’s why the system seemed so determined to let it all play out.

"Security's idea of OUT OF RANGE---148 yards away and in direct line of fire."

Of course, the media was all over this like a cat on a laser pointer, spinning stories faster than you can say “conspiracy.” They painted Crooks as this enigmatic figure, a political chameleon who couldn’t decide if he was a hero or a villain. Picture this: a kid with a rifle, a grudge, and a political identity crisis.

So, according to the media, Crooks wasn’t just your run-of-the-mill shooter. He was both a registered Republican and a teenage donor to ActBlue—a platform known for supporting progressive causes and Democratic campaigns. It’s like having a red hat in one hand and a blue one in the other, all while holding a rifle. Talk about being all over the map!

This donation was touted as the Holy Grail for understanding Crooks’ motives. It’s the sort of thing that gets reporters’ gears grinding, suggesting it might reveal some deep-seated political conflict or hidden connections. But here’s where the plot thickens: I decided to dig into the Federal Election Commission’s (FEC) campaign finance database myself. Typed in Thomas Matthew Crooks’ name, hit enter, and what do I get? A big, fat “no data available.”

"The invisible police—always there, but never seen!"

So, while the media was busy making hay out of this donation, the official records were playing a game of hide-and-seek. No data, no answers, just a whole lot of speculation. It’s almost as if someone didn’t want us to connect the dots or maybe didn’t want the dots to be there in the first place. 

IT GETS EVEN SHADIER : The Times of Israel is the first to drop the bomb about Thomas Matthew Crooks making a $15 donation to ActBlue. Now, why would a news outfit halfway around the world have this juicy tidbit first? That’s a red flag right there. Did they get a tip from somewhere else, or was this info just floating around? It’s sketchy that U.S. media only caught on later. When a foreign outlet is first to report something this specific, it’s worth asking why?

Once the Times of Israel spilled the beans, American news outlets jumped on it like flies on honey. Instead of digging deeper, they recycled the same story without checking the facts. That’s classic news cycle behavior—get the scoop out fast, without worrying too much about the details. If everyone’s just parroting the same info, it’s bound to get messy.

So here’s the bottom line: The whole situation with Crooks, the missing donation, and the quick media spread stinks of sloppy reporting or worse. When the media gets caught up in the rush to be first, they often miss the crucial part—getting the story right. And that’s where the real problem lies. This isn’t just a case of a few details gone wrong; it’s a glaring example of how misinformation can spread when due diligence is tossed aside.

It has been reported that the FBI supposedly tracked down Thomas Crooks’ address from his donation to ActBlue. Problem? His donation doesn’t show up in the FEC database. It’s like getting directions from a GPS that’s off the grid. Total contradiction and a red flag the size of a billboard.

The major media players like CBS, Lead Stories, Time, and MSN all reported that Thomas Crooks’ donation to ActBlue was confirmed. But here’s the catch—there's no trace of him on the FEC database. It’s like they’re reporting on a ghost.

"Purge Edition: Where the Masks are real, but the stories are not!"

They’re all waving their hands saying “We’ve confirmed it!” while the database is laughing in their faces. Either someone’s got their wires crossed, or they’re playing a high-stakes game of “Let’s pretend the truth doesn’t matter.”

“In the Purge Edition, the mask is the only thing you can trust.”

So, why would the media be reporting on a donation that doesn’t even show up in official records? It raises some serious questions.  This discrepancy is more than just a bump in the road—it’s another red flag.

"WELCOME TO THE MEDIA CRAZIES-accuracy is sacrificed on the altar of excitement."

In the world of investigations, every detail counts. When something doesn’t add up like this, it’s worth digging deeper.  

In a dazzling display of investigative prowess, the FBI has once again astounded the public by announcing they identified an individual through DNA analysis—without a single shred of DNA data in their databases to match against. It's a remarkable achievement, reminiscent of finding a needle in a haystack when there isn’t even a haystack to begin with.

Who knew that DNA profiling could work without the actual profiles? It's almost as if they've cracked the code of forensic science, uncovering a revolutionary technique known only to them. One can only marvel at how they managed to identify someone with no criminal record or known DNA relatives, especially since their official tools and databases require actual data to function.

Of course, the logical step here would be to assume they have access to some top-secret, all-knowing DNA database that covers every single person, even those with squeaky-clean records and no family ties in the system. Or perhaps they’ve developed a telepathic connection with DNA molecules themselves—truly cutting-edge technology!

It’s almost as if the statement was a touch misleading, possibly implying a level of certainty and capability that might not actually exist. But hey, who are we to question the experts? Surely, the minor detail of needing an actual DNA match to make an identification is just a trivial technicality in the grand scheme of law enforcement brilliance.

So, hats off to the FBI for setting a new standard in investigative confidence. It's a good reminder that sometimes, the truth might be stranger—or more imaginative—than fiction.

If this were a spy novel, it’d have more plot twists than a roller coaster. The FBI’s investigation is like a wild goose chase through a labyrinth of errors. Who knew that the address would lead to a different person, DNA would become a cryptic code, and political donations would vanish into thin air?

"Big Brother isn't just watching—he's scripting the narrative."

It’s almost as if the Bureau has been dabbling in fictional espionage, blending reality with a dash of fantasy. Perhaps they’ve been taking tips from the latest conspiracy thrillers—where nothing is what it seems, and every detail is a riddle wrapped in an enigma. If this keeps up, they might need to rename their department to “Fictional Investigations Unit” and add a few more chapters to this bewildering saga!

If you were hoping to find digital breadcrumbs, you’re out of luck; Crooks social media footprint is as substantial as a ghost's footprint in the sand.

As for aliases, Crooks seems to have been moonlighting as the world’s most secretive agent. His alter egos are more mysterious than a locked treasure chest guarded by a sphinx. Perhaps he’s been training in the art of disappearing like a magician in a puff of smoke.

When it comes to his timeline, Crooks’s life events are defying the very laws of physics. Is he a time-traveler with a penchant for cosmic hide-and-seek, or just a master of extraordinary coincidence?

The public’s being served a heaping plate of confusion with a side of “Who knows what’s true?” It’s like tuning into a soap opera where the characters change identities every episode. Remember, folks: when it comes to this case, don’t get too attached to any facts—they might change with the next “official” update.

In essence, this case is a spectacular display of how not to handle a public investigation. It’s less about solving a mystery and more about creating one.

Further Analysis.

So, we’re supposed to believe that Crooks scaled a supposed to be guarded rooftop like he’s auditioning for the next Spider-Man movie? Right, because everyone has a ladder just lying around. Maybe he borrowed it from the local circus.

Local cops spot Crooks with a backpack and a rangefinder. Instead of doing their duty, they pass the hot potato to the state police and go about their merry way. And let’s not forget the Secret Service, who apparently decided to take a coffee break until Crooks was ready for his close-up. 

 For this type of setup, you need a team, a plan, and a whole lot of luck—or someone on the inside pulling strings. Maybe the same someone who made sure the Secret Service had to wait until Crooks took his shot. 

"The Truth is Stranger than Fiction."

Maybe the same someone who made Crooks a fleeting star in a BlackRock commercial. You don’t need to be Sherlock Holmes to see the threads weaving through this tapestry of lies.

This was the poster boy for a BlackRock ad, filmed at his high school of all places. Of all the schools in the country, they choose the one with a future assassin lurking in the background. Coincidence? You can draw your own conclusions.

BlackRock pulled that ad faster than a toupee in a hurricane once the shots rang out. But by then, the damage was done. Questions started piling up like dirty laundry: Why this kid? Why that school? And how does a nobody from a nowhere town end up with a sniper rifle and a mission

ALL THE QUESTIONS YET NO ANSWERS!!

So, here’s the real deal: if this isn’t a monumental screw-up, it’s a calculated attempt to dodge responsibility. The agencies involved are so tangled up in their own incompetence that they’d rather ignore the problem than deal with the fallout. It’s like they’re afraid that if one digs too deep, they’ll uncover more dirt that’ll make them look even worse. So, they sweep it under the rug, hoping nobody notices.

Let’s not kid ourselves—this is a disgrace. When law enforcement agencies can’t even handle a straightforward case, it’s clear they’re not stepping up because doing so would mean facing a flood of uncomfortable truths. They’d rather let the public suffer while they sit back and enjoy the cushy status quo. This isn’t just a failure; it’s a slap in the face to every person who expects to be protected by those they trust to keep them safe.

Then there's Austin Private Wealth LLC—talk about a bold move. These guys weren’t just betting against Trump; they were practically wagering on catastrophe. Imagine they were sitting in their financial lair, calculating their next big move. Just a day before an assassination attempt on Trump, they decided to short a whopping twelve million shares of his company. That’s like betting the house that things are about to go south in a big way.

Twelve million shares shorted? That’s enough to make even Scrooge McDuck raise an eyebrow. It’s like betting on a horse race when you’ve already put the favorite in a wheelchair. These slick operators clearly had some inside knowledge and were poised to profit from the mayhem. They probably thought they’d hit the jackpot with Crooks pulling the trigger.

The timing is crucial here. They weren’t just throwing darts; they were positioning themselves to benefit from what they anticipated would be a significant upheaval. It’s as if they had a hunch—or insider information—that something big was about to shake up Trump’s business.

By shorting those shares right before the assassination attempt, Austin Private Wealth was betting that the political and market fallout would hit Trump’s company hard. They figured that with Trump’s reputation and business prospects in jeopardy, the company’s stock would take a nosedive, allowing them to cash in on their short position.

Austin Private Wealth LLC’s decision to short twelve million shares of Trump’s company just one day before the assassination attempt wasn’t just a lucky break—it’s as blatant as a neon sign. Sorry, don’t mean to call them out, but I’m just going by the obvious. Only a fool would miss the obvious: there was no other reason to make such a massive bet at that precise moment. This move was all about cashing in on the chaos they knew was coming. They were betting on the fallout from the assassination, plain and simple. Anyone with half a brain can see that this was a calculated play based on insider knowledge or a keen sense of what was about to hit.

Get ready for a bombshell! Austin Private Wealth LLC, whose client list includes BlackRock, used BlackRock’s managed assets to place the massive bet against $DJT. This means Austin likely needed BlackRock’s green light for this high-stakes move, revealing a shocking level of collaboration between the two. VERY INTERESTING, DON'T YA THINK?

But life’s got a way of throwing curveballs. Crooks got taken out, Trump survived to tweet another day, and those put options? They likely turned out to be worth less than a paper shredder’s output.

Twelve million shares shorted through a put option—talk about betting the farm on Trump's stock crashing. With a sniper in play, it must have seemed like a lock. But here’s the kicker: when you’re playing with fire, you might end up scorched.

It's been 25 days now, and not a soul has stepped up. Matter of fact the Director of the Secret Service stepped down after failing to answer any question during a 4 hour congressional hearing. No confirmations, no clarifications, not even a mouse squeak from any of the agencies or key players. Yet, the news media seems to have the whole saga penned down, tied with a bow, thanks to their favorite fairy godparent: "anonymous." Isn't it curious how "Anonymous" has become their go-to friend? I thought it was just that guy in the Vendetta movie, but apparently, in the media world, they throw the term around like confetti.

"The Media Circus: More comedy, less reality. Welcome to the show!"

So what’s the takeaway from this congressional circus? When the highest levels of protection fail to provide clear answers, it raises more questions than it answers. Was this just a colossal blunder, or is there a darker agenda at play? The silence, the unaddressed threats, and the missed opportunities paint a troubling picture.

ONE OTHER SHOCKER, THE SO CALLED LADDER THAT CROOKS USED TO CLIMB UP TO THE ROOF, THE ONE THAT IS DEPICTED IN PHOTOS, HAS GONE MISSING!  NO ONE IS TALKING ABOUT THIS NOR EVEN ANSWERING WHAT HAPPENED TO IT. 

THE CONCLUSION: 

Keep Your Eyes Open and Your Mind Sharper

In the world of high-stakes security, when the silence is deafening and the answers are elusive, it's time to question the integrity of those sworn to protect and serve. The missing sniper, the delayed information, and the unanswered questions are not just footnotes in a security breach—they’re red flags in a potential cover-up. 

Now, I’m not a news reporter, you hear? But let me tell you, this world most definitely needs some. So to anyone out there thinking about becoming an investigative journalist, the world is crying out for real ones to step up. Applications? Forget about them. Just jump on board and do the damn thing. I'm just a detective laying out the facts and the truth as best as I can. But we need more people digging deep, asking the hard questions, and refusing to take no for an answer.

“What are you doing just standing there? Get to work! I can’t solve this mess alone.”

The game is rigged, and someone needs to call it out.

To anyone out there with a fire in their belly for justice and a nose for the truth, this is your moment. We need real investigative journalists—people ready to dig deep, ask the hard questions, and hold the powerful accountable. This isn't just a job; it's a mission. You don't need permission or a title, just the guts to step up and do what's right.

So, if you've ever felt that pull to make a difference, now's the time. The world needs you to uncover the truth and bring it to light. You don't need to wait for an invitation—just dive in and start revealing what's hidden. This isn't about fame or fortune; it's about justice, clarity, and integrity.

The time for sitting on the sidelines is over. We need truth warriors, people who won't back down in the face of lies and cover-ups. So, get out there. Ask the tough questions, demand real answers, and refuse to be silenced. Let's shine a light on the truth and make this world a better place. The world needs you, now more than ever. So, rise up, and let's do the damn thing, TOGETHER!

"Anonymous, dropping the mic. Stay tuned for the real story."