Patriot PsyOps: Angie's Nightmare, and How We Took Her Down

! WARNING: Satire Piece !

The danger was 14 years old by now, and this was no pushed and manipulated Swedish teenager.  It was the Merkel-Regime.  And it, or rather she, was teflon-protected.  But we found the crack, it was only a matter of time.

The time was long overdue to act decisively against Merkel.  It was time to finally and conclusively settle the matter, to dispose of her - for Germany, for Europe, for the free world.  Communism - or its "don't-scare-the-children" term, Socialism - had been on the foremarch since post-Wall pre-Unification.  Merkel however, was to be Honecker's Revenge, the Trojan Mare pulling the most treasonous garbage through the gates and burning down the institutions of German state and identity and any notion of sovereignty, in her wake, and to establish Communism once and for all, uniting all the socialist forces, if you will, of the SPD, The Greens, The continued SED calling itself Die Linke.  And only a few were awake enough to catch on to it.  Out of this came the still embattled but growing single opposition, the AfD.  Her crimes were as limitless as her open borders themselves.  And I had a plan.  The elections had brought nothing for 14 years, the AfD had not had the slightest hopes of unseating her and her Cartel either, the leading media continued to serve her, the alternative media were being increasingly deplatformed and censored, switched off, smashed.  There was no question of an assassination attempt.  We patriots had something much more effective, considering we had no Stauffenberg anyway.  I noted how often Angie had been shown on camera shaking, and under exactly which circumstances - indeed, exclusively such.  And I knew what to do.

There was no intelligence agency I could think of that would accept my plan.  God knows I tried.  CIA, MI6, and, of course, Mossad.  All of them simply rejected the plan - for one reason: they loved her too much, she was so useful to all of them, so pliable, so available, so submissive and obedient.  I couldn't even interest the Russian services in it, not even them.

I knew where her weakness was, it played over and over again before my eyes, saw it a dozen times - and suddenly everything was clear to me. We patriots were indeed networked and organized, but conservatives are not exactly known for courage and daring.  Nevertheless, everyone agreed with my plan - but we urgently needed the right experts.  And that was exactly what we found in my young European-wide national-patriotic associates from both Germany and Austria.

As was well known, the lads under Martin and Ignatz were very skilled at "pranks" under cover of the wee hours, sometimes even in broad daylight - and were fanatically hated for this by the entire Merkel Unity Bloc Parties, by the media, by Leftists across the entire spectrum, indeed hated very much for it.  They have successfully carried out operations, using large banners to create clear messages where no one else would have dared to - whether at the top of the Brandenburg Gate or on an Alpine route through the Brenner Pass, or on the WDR television broadcasting HQ in Cologne, to name but three examples. They have always shown profound skill and acumen at fast and unexpected undercover "pranks" of the cleverest and most seriously intended satire. It would be anyone's guess, which of either show of skill and acumen brought those most mental of Left-dominated framing-and-fabrication functionaries to a seething rage: was it the substance of the messages our lads present, or was it the disciplined daring with which they always accomplished what they'd set out to do; in either case, the lads always in-joyed their work.  For they are patriots of the first order.

German National Anthem "überall(es)" - i.e., over and around her everywhere:

Since "Dreckel's" greatest weakness was her own rejection of everything German - flag and anthem - in front of all the running cameras, the first of which just mentioned she publicly throws down, and the latter causes her exclusively, consistantly and in full public view, habitual tremor attacks, whereby she's otherwise evidently quite capable, either prior to this or after, to stand still or to move through a crowd for selfies, for hours without any problem - we only had to take this one measure.  Nothing more, and nothing less.

With the great and indispensible help from my standing contacts among both the German and the Austrian patriots, we were able to hang, place and stretch Federal German flags everywhere by night.  And the technically gifted experts of my young patriotic associates ensured that wherever Merkel was supposed to be or wanted to go - whether standing, walking or sitting, even laying down - would be played, on loudspeakers, radio broadcasts, mobile phone ringing tones, in her apartment, in the office building, in the rest rooms, in the official car, whistled by staged extras as "passers-by" or as protest groups - simply inevitably everywhere: The Song of the Germans, composed by a fella named Fallersleben back in the late-mid-19th century, or as it was to become: the National Anthem - we only had to give her the melody, as it was played at every official state function where she went into fits and conniptions.  In continuum, of course.  Incessantly.  Ad nauseum if you will.

I drew my inspiration for such an action from the Book of Joshua, chapter 6.

And Merkel fell.

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