If I Were a Narcissistic Psychopath: Thinking about Charlie Kirk

If I were a fearful, narcissistic psychopath — let’s say a Jacob Rothschild ✅ — trying to keep my fears at bay by attempting to control the whole world, I would be using my fraudulent fiat money, fractional reserve central banking system — say the Federal Reserve ✅ — as well as political bribery — say, AIPAC and the Anti-Defamation League ✅ — as well as pedophilic sexual blackmail — say, the Epstein files ✅ — to control the U.S. government — say, the majority of Congress ✅ — and manipulate a beholden puppet — say, a Donald Trump ✅ — to keep launching wars in the Middle East on my behalf — say, “seven countries in five years ending with Iran,” as per general Wesley Clark ✅.

This would help control oil supplies from my “Greater Israel” to both Europe and the far east, looking to create my “Pax Judaica.”

I would already control American network, cable, and social media, universities, Hollywood, health agencies, intelligence agencies and most major U.S. multinational corporations and banks.

The beliefs I would have spread through funding the Scofield Bible support creating an Armageddon End Times battle in Israel to claim ultimate victimhood, trigger the return of the Messiah, and finally eliminate or subjugate all the Goyim.

My predecessors already created the Illuminati through Adam Weishaupt in 1776 and took over the Masons, the Templars, the Jesuits, the British Royal family and the Vatican. Now my “Christian Zionist” movement is co-opting a vast number of the Christians.

I would have had high hopes for Charlie Kirk to become a very pro-Zionist president of the U.S. My group of Zionist billionaires was putting hundreds of millions of dollars into TPUSA and then Charlie started looking deeper into October 7, our Zionist political agenda, our Gaza genocide and our fraudulent TPUSA Faith. He ordered a “DOGE style” investigation, turned down half a billion dollars from one of my agents — say, a Bibi Netanyahu ✅ — and started going public. With trillions of dollars of assets and the future of world control on the line, this could not continue. I would have to eliminate this threat at any cost and as quickly as possible.

In conjunction with Mossad, CIA, FBI and the Trump administration, I would plan an op, select a lone-wolf patsy and carry out a chilling public assassination that sends a clear message to any others who would consider challenging us. I would hold a final tactical session at Fort Huachuca, hire Accurate Energetics Systems to create a weaponized “shaped charge” explosive RODE mic to put on Charlie for the UVU event. His security team was already mostly IDF vets, so they would be easy to co-opt.

My covert honeypot, Erika (whose father was Israeli Intelligence) had been very successful in seducing Charlie, marrying him, and having a couple of children, as well as getting him to observe the Sabbath and support Israel… But he finally awakened, balked, and began to resist before the job was done of getting him to continue into the future the Zionist-led agenda forwarded by Trump, Vance, Rubio, Hegseth and the rest — except for Joe Kent, Thomas Massie, Tucker Carlson, Marjorie Taylor Green and that feisty and relentless Candace Owens. (I can’t figure out why she won’t quit or join us. She keeps mentioning such ridiculous abstractions as “truth,” “love” and “freedom,” but I’m not sure what that means.)

My biggest challenge would be to hide all the evidence. I would plan in advance to have no official ambulance at the site, carry Charlie off with my own guys, destroy any clothing that would show evidence of the actual explosive — including everyone’s clothing who was near Charlie, all shrapnel from the mic itself, any residue from inside the van, scrub and sell that van, and have my team immediately dig up all the soil under the crime scene and call in an emergency repaving as soon as possible. I would have the FBI and the governor immediately scrub the entire crime scene. I would give Charlie’s necklace and phone back to Erika to clean or dispose. Kash Patel would quash any serious FBI investigation. I would have the TPUSA insiders immediately get hold of all the SD cards with footage from all four cameras and keep that out of the public eye. The FBI would get rid of any security footage from the hospital emergency room and I would not allow an honest medical examiner report, or autopsy. Of course, I would not disclose what happened to the body or ashes.

I would not allow any in-person or direct cross-examination of Lance Twiggs, because of the alignment of his convenient testimony with the official narrative, despite being an obvious person of interest.

I would have my team send fake text messages, supposedly from Tyler Robinson, conveniently confessing to all of the pertinent details of the crime. I would make sure that any footage from UVU claiming to show Tyler Robinson was blurry or even distorted through aspect ratio manipulation. I would plant his grandfather’s rifle at the scene to be conveniently found by the FBI. I would be sure that at least some of Tyler’s DNA was on a rifle that he had shot. I would have my guys at TPUSA make up some story about a miraculous almost non-impact of a supposed 30 ought six bullet on Charlie’s neck.

I would hire a team of social media influencers with lots of money to get them to represent the sketchy evidence presented at the preliminary hearing as “overwhelmingly” showing the obvious guilt of my patsy, who has enough about him and his lifestyle that I could blame the whole thing on the political left.

I would also hire some crazy — say, a George Zinn ✅ — to be in the audience and immediately claim responsibility for the “shooting” in order to distract from the actual occurrences.

I would tell Ben Shapiro what was going on with a call from the van on the way to the emergency room. And I would tell Bibi to put out a public statement almost immediately professing Charlie’s continued allegiance to Zionism.

If Candace and her global team of volunteer sleuths aren’t backing off under threats and slurs, and they seem to be getting closer to real evidence, I would offer a lot of cash to some debater-for-hire — say, Andrew Wilson ✅ — to try to make a fool out of her in the public eye.

Unfortunately, it seems the loose ends in my cover-up of the cover-up are endless and uncontrollable. I can only hope that enough money, enough lies, and enough violence will be able to fool and scare the human race into allowing the completion of the agenda for global domination from my ancestral mentor, Sabbatae Zevy and his satanic death cult agenda of “salvation through sin.”

I must admit to a growing concern that I am up against more than just some clever and tireless people.

I counted on the fact that “conclusive evidence” is almost impossible with most grand conspiracies… but it’s not working. The circumstantial indications are building a massive dynamic of common sense that threatens my whole facade. Some days it feels like I’m blowing against a massive typhoon, as if it were the entire unified field itself pushing back on my plan. There’s a growing part of me that just wants to let go, tell the truth, let the chips fall where they may and try to rescue my soul… if I still have one. Perhaps humanity and I would be better off.

Of course, remember, this is all just speculation. Just sayin’…