As tens of millions of Americans turn into Columbo to find the killers of Charlie Kirk showing an impressive range of skills and intelligence, dissecting everything from videos, to the bullets and ballistics, to the text messages, I could not resist my take on the wild text messages on what is turnng out be the most amateurish cover up of a gov orchestrated murder in American history.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bkRcRUites
Matt Kesler has posted a video showing it is very difficult to disemble a Mauser and hide it in a towel.
From media
Today I walk through how I believe the Mauser 30-06 was assembled at the snipers perch and how Charlie Kirk's assassin used a towel to disguise the the weapon as he fled the scene. I also follow up on a previous video showing how the Trouser Mauser may have been smuggled into Utah Valley University.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9DOwdySFWMQ
My version of The Utah State Attorney and the FBI Release the Messages To Convict Tyler Rohinhood
My love. It s me, Sir Tyler,
I want to come home but I must text you my confession first.
What????????? Is it you Sir Tyler of Robinhood???????
My love, I am the shooter on the roof.
You killed Charlie Kirk at 12 10 pm in the UVU? You??????? You are joking????
Yes. I am the figures dressed all in black, who disappeared behind the visible horizon of the roof, who the entire globe is searching for right now. I am so cold now. I ve got to come home now. But I have to text you first my confession.
Why are you telling me this?
The psychologic ground of my telling you the whole story is that I must. I have left no other trace connected to me but these text messages which I must send because I must.
Because I am your roommate and your gay, radical left, transgender love?
Indeed, my love, your tender care moves me to confess , the care with which you ask just this question and called me your roomate, radical left and transgender love.
For beginning to the end, it is absolutely needful to my soul to be convicted, sent to prison. I had hoped to keep it a secret.
You did it? You were the one, right???? Noooooo!
After firing from the roof of the Loosee Centre at 12 10, I became conscious of my condition and thought to myself I must utter to you my confession by text. It was as I dismantled my grandpa Mauser rifle with a screw driver on the roof and flung the screw driver down on the roof and got up again and ran forward with the parts of the rifle hidden in my trousers and jumped off the roof to mingle casually with the passers with my back pack, I felt I must tell you everything in text messages immediately.
How long have you been planning this??????
I want to come home. Home is just ten minutes away. But I must text you instead.It was changing my outfit that I felt I must strive to reach out to you. It is a mistake to wait any longer, my love.
In my first costume, I was quite the spectacle. I needed a new transmutation, a change of costume back into my maroon shorts. Now I can text you.
I must tell you how I saw a wood and thought how shady and emerald like it seemed and it was full of wild goats, my furriest of furry friends, and decided on the spur to go inside and reassemble the rifle there.
But you said you threw the screwdriver down on the roof?
One of my furry friends saw my need and gave me a screwdriver which just so happened to fit the Mauser rifle from the last century and its screw. It was a badger who helped me assemble the Mauser. I had a towel casually slung over my shoulder and within it, I laid my grandfather s Mauser rifle from 1910, and hid it in th Badger s house where I changed my outfits,
I must tell you in texts how I wrapped the rifle in a towel and then left the wood and tell you how I must tell you everything because I must. The Mauser had no traceable ID so only these messages will link me to it.
Why did you just not come home and tell me in person? Why text it????? We live together,Sir Tyler??????
The pith of the story is I left th rifle in the woods to go home, then turned to get the rifle randmly but a squad car is now haphazardedly patrolling and focussong on that patch of wood where I desposited my grandfather s rifle.
Bad luck!!!!!
My love, I must loiter beside the squad car texting you, my confession, on the other side of the road. I cannot come home now, my one dream. It s me, Sir Tyler.
Please do not betray me my love or tell anyone I did it because I hate people who hate transgender people and people who love furry porn.
Remember the note I left you with the instructons not to tell anyone?
Yes.
Remember how I said I will not tell you beforehand that I will shoot Charlie Kirk because I fear you will betray me but I will tell you afterwards so you can betray me? Dropped under the keyboard? Look, my love.
What????? I got it!!!!!!
I must go forth now and confess everything to a neighbour who is a sheriff because I must.
Delete this exchange.
Don t talk to the media, don t give any interviews please or make any comments.If police ask you, ask for a lawyer.
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