Patrick Byrne
(Sept 19 2022)

https://t.me/PatrickMByrne
(2 minute video)
Election Fraud Cast Vote Records
95% of 570 Cast Vote Records examined determined fraudulent votes

Patrick Byrne
(Sept 6, 2022)

(2 minute video)

https://t.me/PatrickMByrne

Patrick talks about the precinct captains have a right to REQUIRE a HAND COUNT. After the ballots have ran through the machines (before the precinct captains sign a certification for the results). If they don't match don't sign to certify the results.

Michael Yon

24 July 2022
Amsterdam, Netherlands
Mind dump, sans edit

We know who won the sham election. We know J6 was a false flag. We know who is driving the world into Global Famine. We know Switzerland is not neutral and is home base of the ultimate authoritarians.

We know WEF, WHO, UN, EU, CCP, and others — all are authoritarian monsters and that our lives as free humans is mutually exclusive with their existence.

We know at least half the US Government employees — including significant proportion of military officers — must be fired. We know that of millions of illegal aliens must be deported.

This is your moment. Take a knee beside your grave. Or Stand and Fight.

https://michaelyon.locals.com/post/2470739/president-trump-stands-with-dutch-famers#comments

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