Send in the Clowns
The Democrat Ministry of Truth
By Jim Reynolds
INTRODUCTION: The Big Lie Needs a Familiar Face
You’ve seen them.
Brows furrowed. Voices steady. Hair, somehow, always perfect.
They arrive on cue—when the narrative’s slipping, when the facts won’t cooperate, when the peasants are starting to notice.
These are not mere partisans.
These are Specialists in Staged Sincerity. Designated Liars. The Ministry of Truth’s A-Team.
And when the Left needs a falsehood elevated to sacrament, they don’t whisper it. They assign it.
Schiff gets the dossier. Swalwell gets the talking points. Raskin brings the costume. Goldman carries the incense. And the 51 ex-spooks hum in Latin from the cheap seats.
We’ve all watched the act before: One of them floats out from behind a velvet curtain on CNN or MSNBC, gently places a lie on the coffee table, and backs away like it’s a priceless artifact.
A claim so ridiculous, so unsupported, so provably false—yet delivered with such grave certainty—that you start questioning your own senses.
It’s performance art. It’s a con. And it works.
We’re not here to analyze their tactics. We’re here to name names. To showcase the faces that lie with a rhythm. To laugh—because otherwise we’d rage.
And to remind America that when Scott Adams said, “Watch who they send out when the lie’s biggest,” he wasn’t predicting. He was reading the cue sheet.
So grab a seat. The curtain’s up. And the clowns are already in makeup.
ADAM SCHIFF
Chairman of the House Intelligence (Suppression) Committee. Lies with elegance. Smears with grace. Leaks like a sieve.
He was everywhere. CNN. MSNBC. Sunday shows. Tuesday hearings. Wednesday leaks. Adam Schiff didn’t run for office—he auditioned.
For three years, Schiff looked America in the eye and solemnly declared: “I have direct evidence of Trump-Russia collusion.” He never produced it. Because he never had it.
He read fabricated quotes into the Congressional record like he was doing Shakespeare in the Park—with all the gravitas of a man unveiling the Ark of the Covenant. Except it was a forged email.
He wasn’t presenting facts. He was framing—controlling the lens, not the content. That’s not just propaganda. That’s persuasion at the weaponized level.
When the Mueller report landed with a thud, Schiff pivoted. The “direct evidence” disappeared faster than Hillary’s emails, and Schiff’s expression never changed.
He didn’t apologize. He promoted himself to victim.
If pathological dishonesty were a sport, Schiff would be on the Wheaties box.
ERIC SWALWELL
Congressman. Intelligence Committee. And, briefly, an unmonitored security risk with Chinese throw pillows. Known internationally for bad judgment and worse digestion.
Swalwell, a sitting member of the House Intelligence Committee, was linked to a Chinese spy named Fang Fang. He didn’t resign. He got promoted—to cable news sweetheart.
He once floated the idea of nuking gun owners, then backpedaled by saying it was a joke. Like everything he says. Except the parts that are terrifying.
He speaks in TV-ready soundbites, all of them laced with words like “treason,” “insurrection,” and “democracy,” as if invoking the Constitution enough times will cover the smell.
Swalwell is the kind of man who could be caught red-handed robbing a bank and still pivot to, “What about January 6?”
He doesn’t persuade. He parrots. He’s not controlling the frame—he’s reading the one he was handed.
The man is a press release in a suit. An empty suit. With flammable emissions and foreign entanglements.
JAMIE RASKIN
Constitutional Scholar. Impeachment Thespian. America’s Leading Authority on “What the Framers Would Have Tweeted.” Brings a pocket Constitution and a fog machine to every hearing.
Raskin doesn’t just lie. He dramatizes. Every clause becomes a crisis. Every footnote a funeral dirge.
He’d prosecute a ham sandwich with a six-hour PowerPoint and declare the mustard a co-conspirator.
He doesn’t argue—he indicts. He doesn’t debate—he laments.
His act is all pacing and leading—mirroring the public’s worst fears, then dragging them toward whatever bill is on the floor that day.
Jamie Raskin is not a statesman. He’s a substitute teacher with delusions of Lincoln.
DAN GOLDMAN
Heir. Prosecutor. Princeton-Yale MSNBC avatar. The kind of guy who'd narrate the sinking of the Titanic and still blame it on MAGA extremism.
Dan Goldman didn’t earn credibility—he inherited it. He’s a blue-blood incubator-grown prototype of the smug, fact-resistant elite.
When confronted with the Hunter Biden laptop, Goldman ran the full Schiff playbook.
Goldman once argued that Hunter’s crack pipe was “ceremonial” and that the suspicious bank wires were part of a “multicultural outreach program.”
Dan Goldman is what happens when you mix institutional arrogance with a Harvard outline template and forget to add shame.
His skill isn’t persuasion—it’s the illusion of it. The smoothed-over cadence that bypasses logic and hits confirmation bias like a tuning fork.
THE 51
The Ghost Chorus of the Intelligence Community. Also known as: “Former Officials” who never really leave, never tell the truth, and always answer the phone when the narrative needs cover.
Fifty-one former intelligence officials declared Hunter Biden’s laptop was likely Russian disinformation. It wasn’t. They knew it. They signed anyway.
Joe Biden used their letter in the final debate. And it worked.
This was spook-backed election interference. Sanctioned. Staged. And signed by people who once swore to protect the country.
It was a classic Scott Adams scenario—two movies on one screen. Half the country saw a cover-up. The other half saw 'heroism' by credentialed liars.
The 51 weren’t clowns. They were assassins. They didn’t perform. They executed. And the damage? Permanent.
CLOSING: The Truth About the Liars
We’ve had our laughs. We’ve named the names. But now the laughter ends.
Every quote in this piece is real. Every claim they made—publicly, on record—was proven false.
They told you Trump was a Russian agent. He wasn’t. They told you the laptop was Russian disinformation. It wasn’t.
They told you they were defending democracy. They were rigging perception.
Each time they were proven wrong, they moved on to the next fabrication—without apology, without accountability, without consequence.
These are not accidental misstatements. They are deliberate deceptions, deployed at scale, designed to manipulate elections, poison public trust, and redefine reality in real time.
And they will do it again.
When you see Schiff at the mic, know the lie is already loaded. When you hear Raskin speak of “our democracy,” know the facts are about to be buried.
This isn’t theater. This is how nations fall.
These are not just clowns. They are arsonists in tailored suits. And they’re not done.
Scott Adams told us to watch who they send out when the lie gets too big to carry alone.
He didn’t guess—they proved him right. Again and again. We’re just finishing the sketch he started.
The next lie is coming. You’ll recognize the cast. You’ll recognize the pattern. And this time, maybe you’ll recognize the danger.
Postscript Grook: The Ministry Cast
They send them out
When truth runs thin—
With practiced frowns
And powdered skin.
They sell the lie,
They play the part,
With borrowed facts
And absent heart.
So mark the cue,
And watch the stage:
When they appear—
Prepare for rage.