Elite shadow governments, new world orders, inner circles and rings of bad actors.

Is our country, is the West at large, overrun by a band of demoniacs, intent on destroying our homes and families?

For many years, anyone who asked the question was written off as a conspiracy theorist without any credibility.

But what about now? What about after the things we've seen?

What about the Podesta emails?

What about PizzaGate?

What about the Epstein files?

Join us in this episode of Haunted Cosmos as we dig into these topics

and try to discern what the proper response to them should be.

Now, to be clear, this episode deals with content

that will be extremely disturbing. Listener discretion is strongly advised, and children should

absolutely not listen. Salisbury, North Carolina, December 4th, 2016. A man knelt to hug his two children. They each kissed him on the cheek before running off to continue their play. He watched them go with the look of melancholy on his face. Outside was dreary. The early December sky hung low in charcoal gray. There was a constant shower of icy rain. The man whose name was Edgar Welch jogged to his

truck. He threw his bags into the backseat before climbing into the front and turning the engine over.

For a second, he just stared at the windshield, counting the beads of water collecting on it and wondering

one final time if this was really what he wanted to do. Then the images filled his mind again.

He clenched his jaw and peeled out of the drive. The trip took five and a half hours and in that

time the rain stopped, but the mood of the day stayed the same. As Welch entered Washington, D.C.,

the clouds were still there and the pavement was still damp.

He parked his truck on Nebraska Avenue, Northwest, and from there, he could just see the restaurant sign behind a tree. It was, he thought, now or never. Comet Pingpong was less

than 100 yards away. All of its malcontents were ready for his justice, all of its victims

ready for his salvation.

Welch opened the back door and tucked the Colt 45 into his pants at the small of his back.

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