THE TWO-HEADED SWAMP BEAST
By C. Boi, *The Nigh End Times* – April 15, 2021
It’s tax day, But listen: this one took is more important than your hard earned cash, in just a couple years that cash won’t be worth a thing once these fools are done playing the system.
You don’t just jump into the belly of the beast without drawing a map back out. And trust me — this beast’s got two heads, twenty tongues, and no loyalty to anything but itself. April’s been heavy, and the veil is thinning.
First thing’s first: you’ve probably noticed something strange. The same voices who used to shout “drain the swamp” are now suddenly quiet about the sewage flooding the room. That’s not by accident. Trump waved the sword, but Biden kept swinging. They’re two heads on the same damn hydra. The Swamp Beast isn’t red or blue — it’s something older, deeper, and it’s been feeding off us for generations.
**The Swamp Drainers ARE the Swamp.**
You think it was coincidence that Trump never pardoned Assange or Snowden? That Biden bombed Syria within his first 50 days? These aren’t “accidents” or “compromises.” These are moves on the chessboard of a deeper game — a game where your freedom is a bargaining chip, and your voice is just noise in their simulation.
Meanwhile, folks are still rotting in solitary confinement for January 6th. They’re calling it an “insurrection,” but they didn’t call it that when buildings burned in 2020. They didn’t build fences around the Capitol when cities got torched. No — this was theater. A trap. A honey pot for patriots who still believe this country was theirs. Now, the ones who showed up thinking they could change something? They’re paying the price, while the Swamp Beast gobbles up what’s left of our liberty.
And don’t get it twisted — **Trump and Biden are in on it together.** Trump promised the moon, but gave us Operation Warp Speed and stimulus crumbs. Biden? Just a continuation of the same policies with a new coat of paint and fewer tweets.
Let me break this down for you:
– **Trump was the bait.**
– **Biden is the switch.**
– **You? You’re the mark.**
**Enter 5G and the New World Grid.**
While you were distracted by tweets and masks, the towers kept going up. Quietly. Efficiently. With no debate. Schools, churches, street corners. Some of them don’t even have cables running in — because the juice they’re pushing ain’t just electricity. It’s control. Think MK Ultra, but on a global scale. No acid tabs this time. Just frequency, addiction, and algorithmic hypnosis. If you’re reading this on a phone, congrats — you’re already plugged in.
But that’s not enough for them. They want to know how you think *before* you think it. And that’s where globalism comes in.
The World Economic Forum, the IMF, the UN — they don’t want countries anymore. They want sectors. Zones. Grid points. And 5G is the skeleton of the beast. Once it’s all humming in harmony, they won’t need to control governments — they’ll control bandwidth.
**You will own nothing and be happy?** Try this instead:
**You will stream everything and feel nothing.**
It’s not communism or capitalism. It’s something worse. It’s a blend of both, engineered to exploit the poorest of both worlds. A hyper-efficient, digitally-governed, spiritually-vacant hellscape.
And right now, your elders — your grandparents, your uncles, your church mentors — they’re being labeled “dangerous” if they question vaccines, if they share the wrong video, if they mention God too loudly on Facebook. That’s not accident either. The Swamp doesn’t just want your body and data. It wants your memory. It wants to **replace** the people who know how things used to be — before we barcoded our souls.
You heard of the Great Replacement? They want you to think it’s about immigration. No. It’s about identity — wiping away not just race or nation, but lineage. Family. Faith. History. That’s the real replacement underway.
And meanwhile — the UFOs are still peeking through the cracks.
The FAA still can’t explain what those pilots saw over New Mexico. More footage. More silence. And still, AARO and the Pentagon smirk behind their podiums. They won’t call it aliens. Not yet. They’re waiting for the right moment. Because if they reveal them too soon, the illusion shatters. They need us frightened, but not free-thinking.
It’s like John Lennon said before they silenced him: “They hate you if you’re clever and they despise a fool.” You ever wonder why they splattered his brains just as he was turning toward love and light? Because he was about to say something real. He was about to challenge the machine. Paul died in ‘66, and they kept the band going with a double. But John? John still had a soul.
And those with souls are dangerous to the beast.
So here’s where we are, folks:
– Jan 6th “terrorists” are locked up while real corruption feasts.
– Biden signs executive orders that would’ve gotten Trump crucified.
– 5G keeps building its tower of Babel.
– Social media cracks down on dissent like it’s holy war.
– UFOs flicker in and out of our atmosphere with no comment.
– And both parties sip the same swamp water while they toast the death of your country.
I don’t say this to scare you. I say it because **if you don’t see the two heads, you’ll keep picking the wrong one.**
And here’s the last thing I’ll say — for now.
The Antichrist isn’t some horned demon sitting on a throne of bones. He’s digital. He’s charismatic. He’s “reasonable.” And he’ll come promising peace and deliver prison. Some say he’s already here. Some say he’s in the cloud. All I know is: when everyone’s singing the same tune, it’s usually because someone burned all the other instruments.
**C. Boi, out.**
C. Boi, out.

Conspiracy Boi
Editor
You don’t know who he is. That’s the point. No socials, no face, no hometown to trace. Not out of fear. Out of clarity.
What he writes here is the only place you’ll ever hear from him. No podcasts. No comment sections. No selfies in bunker-chic. He believes once your voice is digitized and your eyes are scanned, they’ve got you cataloged—and he refuses to be cataloged.
He operates alone, somewhere dark and disconnected. Where? You won’t find it on a map. What matters isn’t who he is. What matters is what he’s trying to tell you.