The truth was always there, lurking in plain sight like a drunk slumped in the corner of a dive bar, muttering the answers to a rigged game. But if you pointed it out, if you dared to say, Hey, that guy’s telling the truth, they called you crazy. A conspiracy theorist. A lunatic. And now—now—they’re admitting it all.
Joe Biden was never fit. The lockdowns were a disaster. Brett Kavanaugh wasn’t a rapist. The FBI had their fingers all over January 6. The narratives they force-fed us are unraveling, thread by thread, and the same people who sneered at the skeptics are now nodding along like they always knew. Like they weren’t the ones silencing dissent, ruining reputations, and calling anyone who questioned them dangerous.
That’s the game. They lie, they cover, and when it’s finally safe—when the damage is done—they say, Oh, you mean that? Yeah, we knew that all along.
For years, the press paraded Biden as a wise old statesman, a steady hand on the wheel. Every blank stare, every frozen moment, every word salad—just a stutter! Just a bad day! And if you pointed out the obvious, you were a hateful right-wing troll spreading misinformation. But now, as if by magic, the same news outlets that covered for him are suddenly concerned about his mental fitness. The same talking heads who mocked his critics are now quoting insiders who say he’s struggling. And we’re all supposed to pretend this is some new development.
Then there’s the Great Lockdown Catastrophe. One of the greatest cons ever pulled on the modern world. They shut the doors, closed the businesses, told people to stay inside, stay small, stay afraid. And if you questioned it? Science denier! Grandma killer! They wrecked the economy, destroyed livelihoods, kept children out of school for years. The body count of collateral damage—suicides, overdoses, bankruptcies, missed cancer screenings—was obvious from the start. And yet, only now do the same officials who enforced it say, Well, maybe that wasn’t the best idea.
Oops.
And what about Biden’s sudden frustration with Merrick Garland? Not because he regrets weaponizing the DOJ, no, no, no. He’s just mad that they didn’t do it faster. That they weren’t more ruthless. The people who screamed about democracy in peril are openly admitting they wanted more political persecution. The same crowd that wailed about “authoritarianism” is now lamenting that they weren’t authoritarian enough. And yet—nobody bats an eye.
Then there’s the FBI, rewriting the January 6 narrative like a bad TV show that keeps getting new writers. First, no informants. Then, okay, a few informants. Then, fine, a whole damn network of informants. And now, just when you thought the story couldn’t get any murkier, suddenly they find footage of the so-called “Phantom Bomber” who planted explosives outside the DNC and RNC. For years, nothing. No updates, no footage, no leads. And now? Now, when it no longer threatens the preferred narrative, they release it. Like they were just holding onto it for the right moment.
So the question is: why now?
Maybe they feel the tide turning. Maybe they’re scared. Maybe they sense a reckoning coming and they want to get ahead of it, rewrite their own history before the ax falls. Maybe they’re just the same cockroaches they’ve always been—scurrying out of the light, hoping no one remembers who turned out the truth in the first place.
But this is how the machine works. Always has. Always will.
They lie. They suppress. They call you crazy. And when they can no longer hold it back, they admit the truth—but only when it no longer matters.
And we’re all just supposed to nod along. Accept it. Move on.
No. Screw that.
