💢 Elon Musk’s Chilling Warning to America... ➠ Oct 31, 2024

Elon Musk has pulled back the curtain on Kamala’s sinister plot to seize permanent power … and Democrats are NOT happy. [Logo ]( [[icon]About Us]( [Musk]( Elon Musk has pulled back the curtain on Kamala’s sinister plot to seize permanent power … and Democrats are NOT happy. Musk just took to his X account to reveal the Biden/Harris administration election scheme that the media is not telling you about. Put simply, Kamala & Co. have been quietly flying migrant “asylum seekers” directly into swing states like Pennsylvania, Ohio, Wisconsin and Arizona, who are then fast-tracked to U.S citizenship. To show you what’s at stake, here’s Elon in his own words: “If even 1 in 20 illegals become citizens per year, something that the Democrats are expediting as fast as humanly possible, that would be about 2 million new legal voters in 4 years. The voting margin in the swing states is often less than 20 thousand votes. That means if the “Democratic” Party succeeds, there will be no more swing states. It is a surefire way to win every election.” 3 In short, what Elon is pointing to here is the end of democracy as you know it. This already happened in California many years ago, following the 1986 illegal immigrant amnesty… and it destroyed the state. Today, this “Californication” of America is happening right under our noses… and our left-wing media has kept the truth from us. If you think the last four years of record inflation, debt and economic decline have been bad, you ain’t seen nothing yet. 4 5 6 What if America turns into a one-party Democratic state of total government and tries to control your life? That’s why I want to share something important with you. It’s a [powerful asset protection guide]( that shows you the steps you can take to protect you and your family from the Democrats’ massive power grab. I want you to know that you are not powerless in the face of this tyranny. You can shield your assets from a possible corrupted system. [This popular guide]( has already been helping thousands of hardworking Americans to shield their assets from our increasingly despotic government. I hope you take action on this critically important matter today. Time may be running out. [Click here to secure your copy here!]( --------------------------------------------------------------- 1[( 2[Elon_Musk_-_March_28,_2024.jpg]( 3[( 4[In 2022, inflation reached some of the highest levels seen since 1981, hitting 9.1% mid-year in the wake of the COVID-19 pandemic.]( 5[US national debt hits record $34 trillion]( 6[#1 from this article]( 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. 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. [------------------------------------------] 221 W 9th St # Wilmington, DE 19801 [help@usainsidernews.com](mailto:support@usainsidernews.com) Sometimes, colleagues of USA Insider News share special offers with us that we think our readers should be made aware of. Above is one such special opportunity that we believe deserves your attention. To not miss out on any of our emails, be sure to [whitelist us](. If you no longer want to receive these emails, you may [Unsubscribe Here]( or submit your request to: 24025 Park Sorrento, Suite 210, Calabasas, CA 91302 © 2024 USA Insider News. All Rights Reserved. Email is compliments of Finance and Investing Traffic, LLC, owner and operator of USA Insider News. Thinking about unsubscribing? We hope not! But, if you must, the link is below. 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