Pence will not hand Trump the election. At best he may come up with some kind of stall tactic to delay the result, but I think Biden will ultimately win the proceedings. When the Cassiopaeans said "do what needs to be done," that implies military action to crack a few skulls and stain the streets with the blood of the elites. That's the only context in which I would use that phrase.
The night before the latest session I had a funny little dream about Trump and Biden. It was almost like watching a play, except that I was also in it; sort of watching myself participate in this play while I was also perceiving the events as a character in the play. Trump and Biden were up on a stage in the middle of a city downtown having a raucous debate with both of them claiming to be President. The debate dragged on and on and didn't really go anywhere and was starting to become violent. Suddenly, Biden pulls out a gun and challenges Trump to an old school gentleman's duel, except that it didn't seem entirely fair because there were some SS guys standing off to the side of the stage behind Biden with assault rifles pointed at Trump. I found myself standing in a crowd of Trump supporters and we were armed, basically waiting on Trump to give us a signal to shoot Biden. Trump aggressively stares down Biden, but seems paralyzed by indecision. Then the scene skips a bit and Trump and Biden are shaking hands and Trump makes a concession speech worthy of any American politician. I thought I heard George Bush's voice coming out of Trump's mouth. I remember feeling deeply betrayed and was reeling with depression and anguish such that I was on the verge of having a mental breakdown. After Trump leaves the stage, Biden announces that all private property will be confiscated and redistributed according to some equality formula. With rare exception, everyone was to be assigned a zone in one of the new smart growth cities where they would be given an apartment and be forced to conduct business. Somehow I worked out that I couldn't afford to live in the zone I was assigned to, and decided to leave the city (which in itself was an illegal act). At the end of the dream I was contemplating whether I wanted to fight on my own as part of a resistance against Biden, which seemed to be an exercise in futility, or live my life as a vagabond on the run, or commit suicide and be done with all of this foolishness.
When I woke up I was in a rather dour mood and hoped the dream wasn't some kind of vision. I can see why Trump would wait until the last possible moment before proclaiming himself dictator so that he can say that he exhausted every legal avenue to correct a terminally corrupt system, but he has 2 weeks to make his "4D chess move" or just walk away and resign himself to be just another bloviating jelly-bellied politician. In the first case he will die with honor for standing up for the truth, but in the second he deserves whatever gruesome fate the PTB have planned for him.
The night before the latest session I had a funny little dream about Trump and Biden. It was almost like watching a play, except that I was also in it; sort of watching myself participate in this play while I was also perceiving the events as a character in the play. Trump and Biden were up on a stage in the middle of a city downtown having a raucous debate with both of them claiming to be President. The debate dragged on and on and didn't really go anywhere and was starting to become violent. Suddenly, Biden pulls out a gun and challenges Trump to an old school gentleman's duel, except that it didn't seem entirely fair because there were some SS guys standing off to the side of the stage behind Biden with assault rifles pointed at Trump. I found myself standing in a crowd of Trump supporters and we were armed, basically waiting on Trump to give us a signal to shoot Biden. Trump aggressively stares down Biden, but seems paralyzed by indecision. Then the scene skips a bit and Trump and Biden are shaking hands and Trump makes a concession speech worthy of any American politician. I thought I heard George Bush's voice coming out of Trump's mouth. I remember feeling deeply betrayed and was reeling with depression and anguish such that I was on the verge of having a mental breakdown. After Trump leaves the stage, Biden announces that all private property will be confiscated and redistributed according to some equality formula. With rare exception, everyone was to be assigned a zone in one of the new smart growth cities where they would be given an apartment and be forced to conduct business. Somehow I worked out that I couldn't afford to live in the zone I was assigned to, and decided to leave the city (which in itself was an illegal act). At the end of the dream I was contemplating whether I wanted to fight on my own as part of a resistance against Biden, which seemed to be an exercise in futility, or live my life as a vagabond on the run, or commit suicide and be done with all of this foolishness.
When I woke up I was in a rather dour mood and hoped the dream wasn't some kind of vision. I can see why Trump would wait until the last possible moment before proclaiming himself dictator so that he can say that he exhausted every legal avenue to correct a terminally corrupt system, but he has 2 weeks to make his "4D chess move" or just walk away and resign himself to be just another bloviating jelly-bellied politician. In the first case he will die with honor for standing up for the truth, but in the second he deserves whatever gruesome fate the PTB have planned for him.