Patrick Byrne - The Deep Rig; How Election Fraud Cost Donald J. Trump the White House

I had a ringside seat to events from November 3, 2020 to January 20, 2021, and feel a duty to tell the world what happened. I will not be regurgitating the headline events everyone will have read, but will aim to explain what was going on behind the scenes, and give my best account of why things played out as they did. My only interest is honestly conveying the truth for historical purpose.

Between January 9 and January 21, 2021, I had Covid. When I recovered, out of an interest in not letting the public suffer from my Covid-Fog procrastination, I drafted and published pieces of this story in installments (reserving the right to re-edit as I went). They appeared from January 23 to February 9, 2021 on DeepCapture.com, my anti-corruption website. Thus you might think of the exercise as having been an odd one, wherein I drafted this book but did so publicly, that the public need not wait to begin having its curiosity addressed.

I took those installments as a starting point, but have substantially reorganized, rewritten, and augmented that material here.

It would be natural for the reader to question my motives, to wonder if I have an ax to grind or wish to accomplish something in writing this other than what I claim (that I feel a duty to my country to give an honest account of what I saw over those nine weeks, and to do so with dispatch). So I close this with four statements to clarify my philosophical orientation:

1. I have always voted Libertarian for President, and have never voted for a Republican or Democrat for President. Thus voting for Donald Trump was never a consideration for me, one way or the other.
   1. I agree with about 75% of Trumps policy positions. Our nation is supposed to embody consent of the governed, yet I do not remember the governed ever signing up for forever-wars; or agreeing to outsource our middle class to China; or agreeing (without evidence or discussion) to disband our borders and do away with the Westphalian nation-state system that has served the world for three and a half centuries. I remember our elites doing that, but not the governed. So I agree with Donald Trumps policy direction, but still fault him for one big thing: he should have made ethnic relations more central to his presidency. And I am not sure he did not, on occasion, tickle sentiments that shouldnt be tickled (e.g., discussing how Mexico is sending us their rapists was bringing up an issue worthy of discussion, but it have been brought up in a more respectful way).
   2. While I try to maintain a position of being Left-friendly, and even once was Left-curious, I confess that at this point I find the majority of activist Democrats to be intellectually dishonest and lacking in the most fundamental understanding of what made our republic work and how to fix it. Moreover, I am disgusted by the Goon-ism they embraced as a political creed far before it began making appearance on the Right.
2. Having been inside this election fraud issue for months, having gotten to know some big brains in it, professors and technologists and computer scientists, the estimate I trust the most comes from one of them, an esteemed government scientist (think rocket science but I may be being metaphorical to some degree). For a couple decades, this scientist and colleagues from an well-known government laboratory have been making a hobby of the study of election fraud. The final estimate of this scientist is that Donald Trump probably got around 79 million votes and Joe Biden got 68 million votes. Through chicanery, Trump ended up with 74 million, Biden with 80 million. The professor's numbers convey my rough sense of the magnitude of this election steal.
3. This steal, the Deep Rig, should have been childs play to reveal and reverse. On December 18, President Trump and I spent 4.5 hours together, and I let him know that I believed his team was pursuing a 40-foot shot from the sand trap that they needed to sink, but if he would just listen to Flynn, Sidney, and me, there was an easy 3-foot putt he was not seeing (Ive never golfed a hole in my life, but I hoped the metaphor might speak to him). In the course of that meeting there came a moment that I felt something much different for Donald Trump than I had expected I would feel, something that made me want to go put an arm around the man and give him a long squeeze. What was it I felt? Im still not sure: Commiseration for a tired man? A kind of love? Or just deep sadness, that I could see he understood he was failing on the most colossal of scales, he was losing , but he could not put the pieces together? Yet it was childs play to defeat. I wanted to scold him and weep for him at the same time. Yet I hadn't even voted for him.
4. How do I feel about Donald Trump? Any good explanation needs to start with my familys history as a Horatio Alger dream.
   1. My folks were of working-class Irish roots from New Jersey (Bridgeport, Paterson, Atlantic City, Wildwood, and Cape May). My Pop was Rutgers 52 (Air Force ROTC), and my folks were living poor as church-mice at the U of Michigan, my Pop studying actuarial math, when their three sons began popping into existence. I was born last, in 1962, in Ft. Wayne, Indiana. We grew up bouncing around New England as my father changed life insurance jobs nearly every year. Passed over in 1976 in Hartford for a promotion at Travelers Insurance that he thought he deserved, my Pop took a job at a broken and insolvent auto insurer in the South: a month later an odd fellow from Omaha showed up on our doorstep, met my dad, and began investing heavily in his new employer. That same day, my Pop cancelled his order for our familys first new car (a station wagon) and sunk it into stock in his new friends firm. My dads new employer, GEICO, went on to big things, and my dads investment in the stock of his new Omaha friend, Warren Buffett, also worked out well for our family. Most importantly, Buffett became my tutor in life.