Why doesn’t Lindell consider Trump’s birthday, whenever that is? I’m afraid to look it up.
Missed it already - it was June 14. Flag Day!
♪ ♩ ♬ Happy Birthday, you fink
You belong in the clink
You need bleach injections
To get rid of your stink! ♫ ♩ ♬
According to my calculations there are still about 380+ years.
Hah, I really like this version!
This makes me a reasonable amount of happy.
According to Cardigan’s linked Salon article, Lindell actually said this:
“But remember everybody, we have to melt down the [voting] machines to make prison bars out of them!”
The man is loony tunes…
It will make me a reasonable amount of happy if they prevail.
What are prison bars? Is it a new protein food?
I think it has to do with weightlifting.
I guess what I find most puzzling where prophecy is concerned is WHY would anyone choose a date in the near future? I mean if someone wants to bill themselves as some kind of Prophet you’d think they’d want to choose dates for events well into the future. Preferably long after they’re gone and there will be no negative consequences when one is demonstrably wrong.
If you push the date out too far, there will be another Presidential election.
- True believers who are deluding themselves.
- Grifters who need their marks to have a sense of urgency.
Logic has nothing to do with it. Lindell’s approach is to write a lot of names of conservatives on a whiteboard and connect them with arrows. He thinks this is what physicists did when they wrote equations on a chalkboard. They made it look smart enough, and we split the atom as a result. Therefore, miracles will magically ensue if he does a lot of smart-looking chicken scratching.
“I wasn’t wrong! When I said August 13th I was talking in hexadecimal!”
Prison bars are where they serve pruno.
Based on Lindell’s demonstrated grasp of technology, he’d probably think “hexadecimal” is a curse that witches put on computers.
“But all our 340 jiggawatts of bin files are, er, hecadeximal, aren’t they? There, proof of fraud!”
And he’d advise tying one of these to the pillow you’re going to buy from him.
I see Lindell’s “Situation Room” as being rather Pepe Silvia-esque, only less coherent.