VERY STRANGE WOMAN WITH VERY STRANGE BEHAVIOR SITTING RIGHT BEHIND TRUMP DURING THE ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT

Pay close attention to the woman in the black hat! pic.twitter.com/7TeYKeeSpW

— Matt Wallace (@MattWallace888) July 15, 2024

MORE STRANGE STUFF:

JUST IN: The building that Thomas Crooks climbed on top of and fired from was the staging area for the police tactical team according to ABC News.

Holy sh*t.

"The building where gunman Thomas Crooks scrambled onto the roof and opened fire was the staging area for the local… pic.twitter.com/QRZNGB8XXy

— Collin Rugg (@CollinRugg) July 15, 2024

CELIA FARBER HAS AN INTERESTING TAKE:

Trump Loathing and Hysteria, I assert, is essentially over

Those on the murderous “left” angry that the would be assassin missed are ghettoing themselves as we speak. Nobody wants to be that—almost nobody. So: Trump loathing has been burned off in a hail of bullets, whether real or theatrical—it doesn’t matter as much as people think, what really happened.

American Traditions.

Rene Girard said that scapegoating, sacrificing, and worship are part of an ancient sequence.

Example:

JFK was sacrificed, as the best, for we sacrifice the best—and he was worshipped after sacrifice, by the same forces who oversaw his execution.

Same thing here in Granada, with Lorca: Sacrificed and returned as object of worship, but not as he was. (Poet.)

The Obama grandstanding class now have to speak in their frosty, self-important ways of violence as “unacceptable” in the United States, though he and Michelle stopped short of using the word “prayers.”

That struck me as significant.

Do Northern Europeans notice that Americans today, on all sides, are issuing prayers for Trump and his family? Even Joe Biden.

That says to me that we are still a God nation, in some hard to define way. I can promise you Swedes, Germans, Dutch, do not promise to “pray” for a wounded political leader, struck by bullets.

The American esprit is, potentially, putting itself back together.

What was that Tranströmer line: “Our eyes keep wide open beneath the bandages?”

I was surprised, last night, around 3 am here, that when I saw the footage, when I heard the bullets, saw Trump grab the side of his head, I started to cry. The 8 years of immense tension coming un-coiled.

It would become possible to feel something, not only for Donald Trump, but for ourselves.

This is all that interests me, in all this.