What? Good tidings my dear Mr Chappo. Tis I your favorite rival Golkar.

Enough of the pleasantries, Mr. Chappo, for I tire of your insuitions, in your refusal to admit that we are locked into the great game of our time.

By the time this universal serial bus stick reaches you and you've

decoded the message Mr. Champo, you will find that events have gone quite

splendidly according to my predictions.

I trust you have decoded my encrypted message with alacrity, but not nearly enough, Mr. Chaper, for as I've said before,

I'm playing mini moves ahead, and the game is far ahead of where you understand. But I like sports and therefore I'd like to catch you up Mr. Chappo on the action of the chess game on the board before us you see. Because perhaps you do not understand but what we do

Mr Chappo is play chess by post I gorker versus you the deep state.

A recap, Mr. Chaper.

Michael Flynn has fled.

Spice has been sacked. Rinse has since left us. Of course. Scaramushi, the clown, has been dismissed and slapped.

And that brings us to Banon.

Banon, Mr. Chappo, is slain!

Heh, ha ha!

He of the Vitezirant!

These pawns have... These ponds have been removed from the board. Trophies of Gorka's silent victory.

Ah, shall Kushner be the next?

I shall like to see him flee.

Why don't we have a meeting of the minds?

I've said it before. before look I'm afraid my previous

invitations must be rescinded but I urge you hail a tram mr. chapar

hire a livery handsome why don't you Why don't you beckon a bend and hop on pop down to Northern Virginia?

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