"But What If They Lied About the Warrant?"

By Cliff Lake

                                  "But What If They Lied About the Warrant?" 


Let's look at what you are presupposing by positing that the search warrant was actioned on a whim, a guess, a hope, or worst, as you say, a lie:


    1) That the investigating body, the agents involved with determining whether or not they had enough corroborated evidence to move forward didn't have such evidence OR corroboration of said evidence to present to:


   2)  Director Christopher Wray of the FBI who would have HAD to have viewed both the evidence and corroboration of same in a matter of this significance and failed to understand that there wasn't enough supported fact before he chose to bring that evidence and corroboration to:


    3) Attorney General Merrick Garland who also would have had to have reviewed the evidence and it's corroboration and then also failed to be mindful that fact and it's support were either missing, misrepresented or invented before he in turn would have been required to bring the evidence and corroboration to:


   4)  U.S. Magistrate Judge Bruce Reinhart who in his turn must have reviewed the same evidence, it's corroboration before he in his turn was blinded by hope, wish, or outright prevarication before signing the search warrant the list of parties previously mentioned were seeking and that all parties were somehow either that stupid, blind, or misused or were in fact abusing the very laws they are sworn to uphold in some sort of fabricated storyline that will in fact be investigated for it's veracity like no other storyline has been in the history of this nation and that they somehow forgot or ignored the fact that said scrutiny will be conducted by individuals bent on retaliation of the most vicious kind should it be determined that they did in fact lie as you suggest.



Pretty sure none of the above has merit, aren't you?


Cliff Lake 8/12/2022

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