❍ October 18 📂 *Trump* warns of national crisis

99% of Americans are in the dark as the media continues to focus on political scandal… [Take The Trades]( [--------------------] His hand shook, and the candle fell from its socket on the floor and lay there sputtering. He placed his foot on it and put it out. Then he flung himself into the rickety chair that was standing by the table and buried his face in his hand. "Good God, Dorian, what a lesson! What an awful lesson!" There was no answer, but he could hear the young man sobbing at the window. "Pray, Dorian, pray," he murmured. "What is it that one was taught to say in one's boyhood? 'Lead us not into temptation. Forgive us our sins. Wash away our iniquities.' Let us say that together. The prayer of your pride has been answered. The prayer of your repentance will be answered also. I worshipped you too much. I am punished for it. You worshipped yourself too much. We are both punished." Tucker Carlson’s bombshell interview with Trump contains a shocking revelation that almost no-one in the media picked up on. [Play Video]( While reporting on Trump’s criticism of Biden and DeSantis, many people missed [his most dire warning]( It involves a seemingly unstoppable trend that one famed analyst says could trigger a new national crisis that “resets” America. In [this brand-new documentary]( you’ll discover where this new crisis stems from… why it’s unstoppable… and why the worst is still to come. If you’re worried about the future of our country, you must watch this new documentary now while it’s still online. Many powerful people would rather this exposé never saw the light of day and I wouldn’t be surprised if it was canceled. [Click here now to stream it for free](. You’ll also discover the simple steps you can take to ensure that you come out the other side of this national crisis. --------------------------------------------------------------- 2 Chad, this is in reference to the section about open conflict, hatred we’ve never seen in the country, etc While the Trump trial ramps up… some questions are being asked. Will he still have Secret Service protection? Will he be sent to a white-collar summer camp of a prison – a “club fed”? And will he have to wear an orange jumpsuit? Seeing our former President in an orange jumpsuit could be more damaging to our country's reputation than anything else… But something else could be damaging to your portfolio… All of the Trump headlines are distracting from [a story every American now needs to hear.]( A story detailing an opportunity, just 406 miles south of the Georgia courthouse where Trump could potentially slip into one of those orange jumpsuits… But 99% of Americans are in the dark as the media continues to focus on political scandal… One 28-year Wall Street Veteran is blowing the lid off the story… and holding nothing back. [Click here to see for yourself.]( Bill Spencer Editor in Chief True Market Insiders His hand shook, and the candle fell from its socket on the floor and lay there sputtering. He placed his foot on it and put it out. Then he flung himself into the rickety chair that was standing by the table and buried his face in his hand. "Good God, Dorian, what a lesson! What an awful lesson!" There was no answer, but he could hear the young man sobbing at the window. "Pray, Dorian, pray," he murmured. "What is it that one was taught to say in one's boyhood? 'Lead us not into temptation. Forgive us our sins. Wash away our iniquities.' Let us say that together. The prayer of your pride has been answered. The prayer of your repentance will be answered also. I worshipped you too much. I am punished for it. You worshipped yourself too much. We are both punished." Dorian Gray glanced at the picture, and suddenly an uncontrollable feeling of hatred for Basil Hallward came over him, as though it had been suggested to him by the image on the canvas, whispered into his ear by those grinning lips. The mad passions of a hunted animal stirred within him, and he loathed the man who was seated at the table, more than in his whole life he had ever loathed anything. He glanced wildly around. Something glimmered on the top of the painted chest that faced him. His eye fell on it. He knew what it was. It was a knife that he had brought up, some days before, to cut a piece of cord, and had forgotten to take away with him. He moved slowly towards it, passing Hallward as he did so. As soon as he got behind him, he seized it and turned round. Hallward stirred in his chair as if he was going to rise. He rushed at him and dug the knife into the great vein that is behind the ear, crushing the man’s head down on the table and stabbing again and again. There was a stifled groan and the horrible sound of some one choking with blood. Three times the outstretched arms shot up convulsively, waving grotesque, stiff-fingered hands in the air. He stabbed him twice more, but the man did not move. Something began to trickle on the floor. He waited for a moment, still pressing the head down. Then he threw the knife on the table, and listened. He could hear nothing, but the drip, drip on the threadbare carpet. He opened the door and went out on the landing. The house was absolutely quiet. No one was about. For a few seconds he stood bending over the balustrade and peering down into the black seething well of darkness. Then he took out the key and returned to the room, locking himself in as he did so. The thing was still seated in the chair, straining over the table with bowed head, and humped back, and long fantastic arms. Had it not been for the red jagged tear in the neck and the clotted black pool that was slowly widening on the table, one would have said that the man was simply asleep. How quickly it had all been done! He felt strangely calm, and walking over to the window, opened it and stepped out on the balcony. The wind had blown the fog away, and the sky was like a monstrous peacock’s tail, starred with myriads of golden eyes. He looked down and saw the policeman going his rounds and flashing the long beam of his lantern on the doors of the silent houses. The crimson spot of a prowling hansom gleamed at the corner and then vanished. A woman in a fluttering shawl was creeping slowly by the railings, staggering as she went. Now and then she stopped and peered back. Once, she began to sing in a hoarse voice. The policeman strolled over and said something to her. She stumbled away, laughing. A bitter blast swept across the square. The gas-lamps flickered and became blue, and the leafless trees shook their black iron branches to and fro. He shivered and went back, closing the window behind him. Then he remembered the lamp. It was a rather curious one of Moorish workmanship, made of dull silver inlaid with arabesques of burnished steel, and studded with coarse turquoises. Perhaps it might be missed by his servant, and questions would be asked. He hesitated for a moment, then he turned back and took it from the table. He could not help seeing the dead thing. How still it was! How horribly white the long hands looked! 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