Okay, let me throw this at you. A little allegorical illustration of how I view the Cabal's little "Great Reset" plan.

Boats started out as rafts. We used paddles to move them.

Eventually, we figured out cloth can be used to catch the wind and move the boat. We called these sails.

If we turned the sails, the wind caught them in a different way, and the boat could be steered with aid of the paddle we used to use, now called a rudder.

Right. Good. Nice.

We developed newer sails with our expanding knowledge of wind, and triangular sails effectively allowed us to sail into the wind.

Great. Fantastic. Excellent.

Eventually, we discovered steam power, and then sails of all sorts sorta fell behind.

Then the propeller took over after we upgraded to combustion engines.

At that point, it's been a long time since cargo ships had sails as a backup incase the engines failed.

And that's where we are now.

If we ever arrive at a future where we run out of fuel for the combustion engine, our big hulking cargo ships will be stranded -- every bit as worse off as the raft we started to begin with.

So, what's my point?

Well, eventually technology advances so far past the original design, that it relies on other technologies to function. Remove the secondary technologies, and you're technically back to square one.

Here's another example...

If every computer disappeared right now, just poof and gone, we'd actually be worse off than we had been 50 or so years ago when the first operating systems came about. Most Computer Engineers don't have a clue how to build an operating system and the hardware from the ground up with no aid from existing computers.

Very few people live today who can even read the 0s and 1s like they used to. We have effectively inherited a technology which in order to be made requires technology we no longer know how to make. In other words, we've lost a rung on the ladder.

We'd be just like a cargo ship without fuel. In many ways worse off than the humble raft, because we've come to rely upon big ships that a paddle has no hopes of moving.

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How does that relate to the Cabal's plan?

Because their fathers' fathers are the ones who put the plan together; not our current brand of functional retards guzzling adrenochrome.

Those old evil bastards are the ones who planned everything meticulously. Using technology and methods of that time. Technology and understandings that the current silver spoon, inbred retards in charge have only inherited. Their inheritance has led them to be proud, ignorant, and arrogant in the face of ever possibly losing control of their ancestor's overarching plan.

They've not kept up with the times.

They've not kept up with the internet and the memes.

Their boats no longer have any sails.

Which means, if you cut the fuel out of the equation, their plans go with it. They have no capacity to adapt backwards to a time where sails existed.

They can't restructure the plan on the fly, because they didn't make the plan and have no idea HOW or WHY it's supposed to work. Their fathers' fathers did. They, on the other hand, are functionally retarded and are helpless now that the people who really knew how to control the masses have long since croaked.

This ultimately means that all White Hats have to do is cut the strings in just the right places and then watch them fluster and hopelessly try to paddle their cargo ship with a wooden plank.

How did White Hats cut the strings, you may ask?

Simple. Just take 4 years away from the 16-year plan.

Trump won as soon as he was elected. The original plan was based around a very strict timeline, including phases of the moon and other Satanic gobbldigook.

They can't recoup those 4 years. Their fathers' fathers might have been able to cook something up, but they have long since passed and been chucked into hell where they belong.

We won, but that doesn't mean they can't self-destruct in oh-so-many ways.

Trump and Patriots just have to wait until the full term of their original plan passes by while mitigating as much collateral damage as possible as they fluster and panic to try and salvage an already compromised plan.

I think that's where we are right now. Just waiting until they say uncle, and admit that they're sitting on a big ship loaded with bullshit and have no fuel or sails to move anymore.