I don't think this was staged or a hoax. I do think the security lapses were intentional. The thing I can't figure out is the infinitely small chance that he moved his head perfectly, at the exact millisecond needed. In fact, it is so unlikely (after reading a report from a ballistics expert) that it makes me think there are only 2 explanations - neither of which are provable:
- This was literally divine intervention directly from God
- The White Hats knew this was coming and utilized quantum monitoring and/or manipulation via something like Looking Glass to ensure that the bullet didn't hit Trump fatally
Unfortunately it did kill an attendee and injured others, but, much like the game of chicken Trump played w/ the Deep State re: COVID - collateral damage is unfortunate, terrible and depressing... but if the Deep State is willing to take the shot in the first place (pun intended), they are going to hurt people.
The real mind bender is the chance that 1 & 2 are related. If Looking Glass technology is akin to a "hack" on the established timeline.
Zero chance this was White Hats or a staged event by the good guys.
On active duty, I could castrate a gnat at 300 yds with M16/M4 using iron sights (no scope or optic)... slight exaggeration, but you get the point. I was VERY VERY well trained in marksmanship.
There is no way a 20 yo alleged rookie could hit a human ear on purpose at ~150 yds while the target's head was in natural motion during the speech. Not plausible in the least.
My money is on this being a miraculous act of God. Miracles do occur and much more frequently than we notice. This one just happens to have high visibility.
Who is the d bag that downvoted you?
Probably someone who thinks they know a thing or two about marksmanship and don't believe I can actually castrate a gnat with iron sights out to 300 yds! lol
Truth is, I can repeatedly hit a 10" target at 300 yds without breaking a sweat using iron sights. When they gave us optics for our rifles, I cut that down to 5" groups on the range. And I was never a trained sniper... just a humble infantryman with muddy boots and calloused knuckles from dragging them along while I walked. (Proud knuckle dragger!)