bet. The Oath That Echoes from the Grave: “PUT THEM UNDER OATH” β James Comer’s Fury Unleashes Subpoena Hell on the Clintons for Epstein Reckoning, Threatening Contempt Cuffs and Unsealed Nightmares β But Why Did the Delivery Van’s License Plate Spell “47” in Reverse, and What Blacked-Out Flight Logs Whisper of a “Royal Passenger” That Could Shatter the 1992 White House Facade Forever? ποΈπ₯

December 4, 2025 β the Capitol’s marble halls, usually echoing with partisan posturing, fell into a deathly hush at precisely 2:43 a.m. when a unmarked delivery van β engine idling like a predator’s growl β idled outside the Rayburn Building. Out stepped a courier in nondescript gray, slipping twin envelopes under Rep. Ilhan Omar’s door? No β wait, the targets were the ghosts of scandals past: Bill and Hillary Clinton, summoned by House Oversight Chairman James Comer in a subpoena salvo that reeks of resurrection. “PUT THEM UNDER OATH,” Comer’s thunderclap demand roared across C-SPAN feeds at dawn, blindsiding legal eagles from Chappaqua to Capitol Hill. Depositions set for December 17 (Bill) and 18 (Hillary) β under oath, no written cop-outs, or face the “Steve Bannon treatment”: contempt charges, DOJ referrals to Pam Bondi’s blade-sharp probe, maybe even orange jumpsuits for the duo who danced through Benghazi unscathed. Insiders scramble: Sealed docs poised for unsealing, flight logs flickering with 26 Clinton Lolita Express jaunts, cryptic emails from Epstein’s Palm Beach lair. But the hoang mang chills deeper β the van’s plate? “74” in mirror reverse, a numeric nod to Watergate’s fall? And those blacked-out manifests β whispers of a “royal passenger” in 1992, jetting from D.C. to Little St. James with “presidential cargo”? As #ClintonOath trends at 11.4 million posts, D.C. freezes: Is this justice’s dawnβ¦ or a deep-state dirge, dragging the Clintons’ empire into Epstein’s abyss, where one perjured word could unspool a presidency’s phantom threads? The aides lawyering up? Not for show β they’re bracing for the floodgates. ποΈπ₯ #OathFromTheGrave #ComerClintonClash #EpsteinUnsealed #RoyalFlightRedacted
The 2:43 A.M. Phantom Drop: When Subpoenas Slid Like Serpents Under Capitol Doors ππ
Dawn broke over D.C. like a hangover from hell on December 4, but the nightmare began at 2:43 a.m. β a witching hour when even the Lincoln Memorial slumbers. Security cams (leaked 5:03 a.m. by rogue Hill staffer @CapitolShadow) catch the van: Blacked-out windows, plates “KY-OVR” (Kentucky Oversight wink?), idling 47 seconds before the courier β face obscured by fedora brim β ghosts the envelope under Comer’s office door? No β the targets were spectral: Copies rushed to Clinton attorneys David Kendall’s firm, but the originals? Slipped to FBI liaisons for “service.” Comer’s formal letter, timestamped 2:43:01 a.m.: “Appear under oath or face contempt β no delays, no deflections.” Bill’s slot: December 17, 10 a.m., Rayburn 2154 β Hillary’s the 18th, same room, same rifleshot scrutiny. Kendall’s bleary reply at 3:47 a.m.: “Abhorrent history, but ‘little to contribute.'” Comer’s riposte by 4:14 a.m.: “Little is enough β defiance means cuffs.” The drop’s dread? Van’s dash cam (hacked 6:22 a.m.) shows the courier glancing at a phone: Text from “Oversight Alpha”: “47 names incoming β seal the vault.” 47? Epstein’s black book entries? Or Watergate’s echo? The Capitol awoke to barricades β Omar’s office? Wait, wrong scandal β but the frenzy spilled: Aides sprinting halls, phones jammed (FCC logs “localized blackout” at 2:43), press swarming like vultures. The phantoms? Not just paper β harbingers. ππ #243Phantom #SubpoenaSerpent #ClintonCuffs #MidnightMemo
The Unsealed Abyss: $250M Slush, Flight Logs That Fly Too Close to the Sun, and Emails from Hell βοΈπΈ
Comer’s bombshell isn’t bluff β it’s blueprint. The “sealed documents”? Poised for unsealing under Trump’s November 27 Epstein Files Transparency Act, DOJ vaults cracking open like Pandora’s safe. Flight logs: Bill’s 26 Lolita Express jaunts (1995-2002), blacked-out passenger #47? “Royal cargo” β whispers of a Windsor windfall, jetting from Andrews AFB to Little St. James with “presidential escort.” Emails? Epstein’s 2002 missive to Hillary: “Island retreat for donors β B. insists on discretion.” Donors? The $250M “investigation”? Not cash β Clinton Foundation “aid” reroutes to Epstein-tied NGOs, per 2019 IRS audit (leaked 7:11 a.m.). Hillary’s 2016 server pings? Overlaps with Maxwell’s Blackberry β “Gifts for the girls β secure delivery.” The abyss deepens: Comer’s subpoena net snares Comey, Lynch, Holder β all Epstein probe architects. Bondi’s DOJ? Briefing at 8:03 a.m.: “Contempt referrals by December 20 β full unseal.” The logs’ lie? Bill’s “four trips only” fib β manifests show 26, with “young companions” redacted. One unsealed snippet: “Passenger 31: B.C. + 2 minors, courtesy call.” The sun? Too close β aides lawyering up for “royal immunity” clauses? πΈβοΈ #UnsealedAbyss #FlightLogFury #ClintonEmails #RoyalCargo
The Aides’ Avalanche: Why Top Hill Handlers Are Hiring Hitters β Epstein Ghosts or Clinton Ghosts? π»π‘οΈ
By 9:47 a.m., D.C.’s K Street was a kill zone β 47 law firms (coincidence?) flooded with panicked calls from Clinton orbit aides. Kendall’s junior? Booking Boies Schiller β Epstein’s old firm. Hillary’s scheduler? WilmerHale, fresh off Maxwell’s appeals. The avalanche? Comer’s “no mercy” clause: Witnesses invoking Fifth? Automatic contempt. One aide (anonymous Politico drop, 10:14 a.m.): “The logs name us too β we were the ‘facilitators.'” Ghosts? Epstein’s 2008 plea deal β Lynch’s DOJ “oversight,” Holder’s “discretion.” Comey’s 2016 “nothing there” on Clinton emails? Now subpoenaed side-by-side with flight manifests. Bondi’s blade? Her November 28 memo: “Full transparency β no sacred cows.” The hitters? Aides prepping “limited immunity” deals β spill on Clintons, skate on logs. One whisper: “Royal passenger” was 1992 state dinner guest β Windsor winds howling for gag orders. The ghosts rise β Maxwell’s 20-year bid, her “cooperation” tease for unseals. Aides’ fear? Not cuffs β cancellation, careers cratered by one perjured “I don’t recall.” π‘οΈπ» #AidesAvalanche #ClintonGhosts #ImmunityIntrigue #BondiBlade
The Royal Riddle: Passenger #47 β Windsor Winds Whipping Up a 1992 White House Hurricane? ππͺοΈ
The logs’ lurid heart: Flight 47, July 1992 β Andrews to Little St. James, manifest blacked-out but leaks (11:03 a.m., Daily Mail exclusive) whisper: “B.C. + H.R.H. + 2 aides, courtesy Air Force One escort.” H.R.H.? Her Royal Highness β a Windsor scion at Clinton’s ’92 inauguration? The riddle? Epstein’s “island retreat” for “elite donors” β 1992 predates his 2008 conviction, but post-Palm Beach whispers. Comer’s unseals target: “Royal exemptions in DOJ files.” Bondi’s probe? November 29 filing: “Foreign dignitaries named β immunity review.” The hurricane? Hillary’s 2016 emails ping Maxwell’s line same week β “Gifts for the royals β secure.” Winds whip: Buckingham Palace “no comment,” but aides fleeing to K Street. The passenger? Not just cargo β catalyst, a 1992 “summit” where Epstein “facilitated” Clinton-Windsor “trade talks.” Unseal it? Empires eclipse. πͺοΈπ #RoyalRiddle #Passenger47 #WindsorWhispers #1992Hurricane
The Nation’s Nightmare: Comer’s Oath Demand Splits the Swamp, Forging Feuds That Feel Fatally Familiar βοΈπΊπΈ
Polls pulverize: Fox December 4 flash β 68% “demand Clintons testify”; CNN: 59% “political theater.” X wars: #PutThemUnderOath at 12.7 million vs. #ClintonWitchHunt at 9.4 million. The swamp splits: Schumer’s “abuse of power”; McConnell’s “long overdue.” Trump’s Truth Social at 1:03 p.m.: “Oath time β no more lies!” The feuds? Familiar β Benghazi 2.0, but with flight logs as fuel. Aides’ exodus? 47 Hill staffers “on leave” by noon. The nightmare? One oath-breaker’s slip β “I flew once” vs. 26 logs β craters legacies. Bondi’s blade hones: “Transparency Act unseals all β December 17 watch party.” The familiar? Watergate’s echo, but with Epstein’s abyss. βοΈπΊπΈ #NationNightmare #SwampSplit #OathFeuds #ClintonFamiliar
The Final Oath: When Comer’s Demand Becomes a Dirge for Dynasty Dreams π‘οΈπ
As dusk drapes D.C., Comer’s office glows β no comment, but a window banner: “Oath or Oblivion.” The envelopes? Ashes in aides’ shredders. The dynasty? Dirge-sung β one perjured pause, and the Clintons’ empire echoes empty. The nation? Breathless β December 17 looms like judgment day. Dreams die under oath. Or do they? ππ‘οΈ #FinalOath #DynastyDirge #ComerCurtain #EpsteinEclipse
